Look Into My Eyes (A 1D Fan Fic)

Chapter 18- Tears and Sadness

*Katherine's POV*

I couldn't believe this. Richelle most likely wouldn't live. And as much as I wanted to believe that she would pull through, I knew this was no fairy tale. She wouldn't magically beat the odds that were piled against her. I would lose one of my best friends.

I looked at her broken body. When Lisa, James, and I entered, her eyes fluttered opened, she smiled, and they closed. Even that took effort. Cuts and bruises were scattered everywhere I could see skin. The doctors didn't bother to cast her up for her broken bones because that would mean encasing her whole body, and they wanted her to be as free as possible. So they said at least. I figured it was more along the lines of 'She's going to die anyways. No need to waste casts on her.'

If anyone was more depressed than me, it was James. He was sitting in a chair that he pulled up to Richelle's bed and he kept saying it was his fault. Lisa and I tried to console him, but it was to no avail. He was beating himself over this.

Tears hadn't stopped flowing since I exited the car. I held them back when I was talking to James at the school so he could be a bit more calm, but here, it was open grounds. I couldn't stand the thought of losing her. Sure, there were times when we argued, but that was normal! It made our friendship that much stronger.

Memories flooded my mind. I remembered the day freshman year when she cleaned me up after I fell onto my tray of pasta and everyone either laughed at me or politely avoided eye contact. The day she convinced Lisa to dye a bit of her hair blue, and she loved it. The day I introduced those two, because they were about as different from each other as two people could get. Now look at them. The day when I slapped her over some stupid argument, which caused us to ignore each other for weeks, until Lisa intervened. The day I was about to cut myself for the first time when I thought my life was a living hell, and she told me no good comes from it. She used to be suicidal...

Richelle had always been there for me. From the beginning of high school when no one wanted to associate with me, she would offer to be my partner in classes, and occasionally eat lunch together when she wasn't with James. I might even be closer to her than Lisa, but Lisa knew my whole story about the rape and I kept it from Richelle, afraid I would lose the person I considered to be my very first actual friend.

All these things made us who we are. Of course, we were far from perfect, no matter what anyone said. But our imperfections made us realize we had something in common: we all had problems. We promised that all three of us would get married the same year and be each others bridesmaids. Now the well known high school trio would become a duo. We were actually called the Three Musketeers by most friends and teachers, hell even the principal! We were that inseparable.

Now what would we be? Two girls who lost their best friend. Two girls who have to live their life as if nothing was wrong, and our best friend's death was no big deal, or at least we got over it quickly. What would I actually be?

Lisa came over to me and hugged me. She was shaking. Actually, I was shaking, I realized, as tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I must look like a mess right now. But Richelle laying there, her chest barely moving, just broke me apart. I couldn't lose her. She had her own part of my heart, and I would be incomplete without her.

The even beeping sound suddenly was all I could hear. It slowed down until it was just one discernible beep. Everything moved in slow motion. Nurses rushed inside the room, and my feet shuffled me out of the way. I heard a loud screaming, and wished the person would shut up.

'Shhh, shhh. Katherine, calm down. Shhh,' Lisa said, holding me close to her.

I must have been the one screaming. I closed my mouth and fell to the hallway floor, crying into Lisa's shoulders. James slid down next to me, his face frozen in shock. He wasn't even crying. Just staring straight ahead. Lisa pulled us all together, and there we sat, looking like someone killed our families. In a way, that did happen. Richelle was like my sister I always wanted. Her and Lisa both. And James was in love with her.