We're making all the same mistakes.

Chapter 17

Kirsten’s P.O.V. 

Well, I did try to stop her, so when she comes back crying, it won’t be my fault. 

Seeing as she’s gone, I’d better go, I thought to myself, and I went downstairs. 

I pulled open the door, letting cold air rush towards me, making me shiver. 

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight that met my eyes. 

“Oh my God, Rosie!” I screamed frantically, running over to the scene. 

About five men and women were crowded around, standing there gormlessly. In the crack between their legs, I could just make out a girl in shorts and a t-shirt, lying there on her side, blood trickling out from beneath her body. 

“Move out the way, move, that’s my best friend!” I yelled, pushing my way through the men and women. “Has somebody called an ambulance?” I snapped, not quite sure what to do. I bent my head down to hers, put my lips close to her ear, stroking her hair, and whispering, “You’ll be okay, everything will be fine.” 

“I have.” A woman stepped forward. She was clutching a mobile phone in her shaking hand. 

I tried not to look at Rosie’s bruises and blood stained clothes – it just made me want to throw up. Minutes passed before an ambulance zoomed into view – everything happened so quickly, and everything was a blur. 

Before I knew it, Rosie was being carried off on a stretcher and rolled into the vehicle. 

“I need to come too!” I yelped, but my voice sounded so quiet, I wasn’t even sure I heard it myself. 

“Please!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. “I need to go with my friend!”

I climbed into the ambulance not waiting for a reply, holding Rosie’s cold hand and squeezing it tight. 

“Please be okay, please be okay...” I whispered over and over, praying that if somewhere, there was a God, he’d make my friend okay...