Ashley's POV-
I could hear Dylan's voice. I tried to respond. My mouth wouldn't move and my throat was dry. I tried to open my eyes but it hurt so badly. Dylan was pleading with me to come back. Back to where? Am I dreaming? I'm so lost and confused. I wanted to talk. But for some reason I couldn't. I was so frustrated. I wanted to scream. I heard a chair move and a door open and close. I could hear my mother talking. Where am I? I'm so confused. Who is the man she is talking to? Why are they talking about life support? Am I dying? All of a sudden I felt a pain in my arm and once again my world became black.
Dylan's POV-
All I remember is seeing Ashley and the guy behind her. I remember her scream and her terrified face. I remember her getting knocked out. I remember crying. And now I'm at the hospital. I'm confused. I went to sit up but it hurt so badly. I could barley move. They said I could be released in 3 days. Where is Ashley? Is she okay? What happened? Without permission I went off to find her.
- one hour later -
I found her room. She was lifeless in her bed. I couldn't breath. My beautiful baby is lifeless. I ran to her side. I spend the next hour begging her to wake up before I had to go. The doctor made me leave and my doctor was very anger that I got up and left. I crawled back into bed and cried. That's all I could do. Was cry.
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The Night I Danced
Teen FictionI am 17 years old. In a public high school. I am the geek of the geeks. No one knows me. The stoners hit on me. The jocks try and get in my pants. I don't hate anyone, well I just hate one person... Dylan- the high school popular kid. He is amazing...