Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"You take away My every breath I take And if you love me, for heaven's sake Please put an end to this heartache"
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The wind danced around in our clothes, our hair, even our shoe laces. The ride was a quick one, because in only a matter of minutes we were parking the motorcycle and sprinting towards the hospital entrance. I push on the heavy glass doors and ran through the lobby, straight to the receptionist at the front desk.
"Daniel Hayes," I sigh. "Where's Daniel Hayes?"
The woman with bright red hair picks up a clipboard and flips through various pages. Her piercing green eyes skim the page until they land on Daniels name. "What's your relation to the patient?"
"I'm his sister!"
She nods her head and directs me to his room. "Room 321." She uses her felt-tip marker and points to the room on a map. It's located on the third floor, room twenty one. I thank her and sprint to the elevators, Stephan and the others hot on my tail. I click the button and wait for an elevator to pick us up. "Come on!" I press the button countless times and finally the door to an elevator open. We all enter the elevator as it takes us up. The whole ride I'm shaking in my cries. My cheeks are tight from the salty tears and a build up of saliva makes it hard to swallow the lump in my throat.
The doors open and I watch the numbers on the doors as I run past them. 325, 324, 323, 322, and finally 321, the room where all the chaos is attracted to. Nurses rush around his room as he's flatlined. I let out a shriek and attempt to run to his side, to comfort him even if he can't feel it. But arms hold me back from doing so. Miguel shushes me as he backs out of the room, holding me up by my waist. Daniels strong body, appears lifeless on the bed. The bags under his eyes are darker, his cheekbones have deepened, and I almost missed the small scars on his wrists. Seeing those scars made me reach for my wrists. Daniel's done the same thing I've done. He was just as alone as I was. The nurses managed to revive him, then instructed me to leave the room. I was hesitant at first, but obeyed. I was so tired. All of this chaos has drained me to a point where even the hospital chairs made it uncomfortable to rest. I shuffled in my seat, unable to find a comfortable area to rest my back on. My knees raised against my chest and I wrapped my arms around them.
