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Chapter 27: Only going to have nightmares.

Ivory

I don't remember much after that. I don't remember the door being broke down. I don't remember the police coming in. I don't want to remember being put into an ambulance with Declan's body. I don't remember getting to a place with bright lights. I don't remember being parted from Declan. I don't remember being sat down in a chair. I don't remember how many people came up to me asking me if I was hurt. I don't remember but I can hear people trying to talk to me, trying to ask me my name. 

"Hey, you in there!" A man's voices yells at me. My eyes are out of focus, I don't even know what I am looking at, If I am looking straight ahead or down. 

"Stop! She just watched three people get shot right in front of her," another man's voices yells at the man that yelled at me. "She can't respond but maybe she can hear us. Nod your head if you can hear us, sweetie," I want to speak, I don't trust myself to hear my voice. I manage to move my head up and down slightly.

"Okay, Good. Very good. Do you know the people in the house?" I barely get my head to nod this time but I do. "All right, um... Do you know your name?" I nod again, sadly I know my name. I would like to be someone else right now. 

"Do you think you could write it down?" His voice is as soft as slick, so smooth, so trusting. I focus my eyes and see that I am looking right at him. He looks like a nurse. He is young looking, he looks like the age my older brother should be. 

As much as I don't want to remember, I do. I can't get the image of Declan's face when we was slipping from my grip.

"Ivory," I answer. "Ivory Morgan."

"Okay, Ivory. Who's the woman? Your mother?" I nod my head. "And the man? Your father?" I just look at him, my whole body is screaming at me. It's telling me let myself cry but I don't want to remember why I want to cry. He doesn't push the question and moves to the next one. "The boy? What is he?" 

"That's Declan." I hear a safe voice say behind the nurse. I tear my eyes form him to look who just say his name. Her long black hair and her kind voice is what made me recognize her. It's Mrs.Alexander. I don't know how she's here or how she knew to be here but I don't care, all that matters it that she's here. 

Within seconds I'm in her arms. Our arms are around each other. I don't feel how tightly she's holding me but I know that she can't breathe from how tight holding her. 

"He's in surgery," she whispered in my ear. "You got here. You saved him." 

"But if he was with me, he wouldn't have to be in surgery. If he just stayed in the car he would be fine," I say try not to cry still. My throat burns from me screaming. 

"We both know he would've snuck into the house somehow. And if he wasn't in there with you and you're the one that got shot he would be blaming himself like you are right now. You got him here in time."

"But what if he doesn't make it. If He didn't love me he would be fine. I can't lose him. I told him. I told him, I loved him." 

"Oh, sweetie," is all that she says and pulling me in tighter. She is holding onto me for dear life. "If he does leave he will know that you do love him but now that he does now he will fight to get back to you. All he wants is to hear is him say that he loves you and you say it back without hesitation." 

Before I can answer a tall old man comes up and interrupt us. He's wearing light blue scrubs and a weird patterns cap on his head. 

"Are you the family of Declan Alexander?"