Bully(DISCONTINUED)

Another Life

Christopher POV

     It feels like ages since I visited Mercy again. After coming back from her house, after seeing her room, I didn't know what to do. It's only been four weeks, yet I feel like I've abandoned her. How can your own mother not notice you're gone?
       I should still be with her, but what use would it be honestly? Watching her die is not fulfilling. Knowing that you've treated a human being less than nothing and watching them suffer places a boat load of guilt on you. Not to mention a female. I mean, females care for us and birth us. I just didn't realize I was blind until I got sight. I guess when you don't have something you're use to having or seeing everyday, it gets so normal that you don't get a chance to miss them.
          School has been extremely difficult for me. Everyone else is living their lives as if Mercy never existed. It's like they don't notice the emptiness of the classroom that she once belonged in. No one felt it. No one showed the guilt or grief except me. No one was there for her when she was living, so I guess no one will be there for her when she's dead.
       She's dead to me. She can't breathe on her own. Her heart can't pump on it's own. Honestly, I'm just glad my Ma is paying for the medical expenses, or else Mercy would've been better off left in that bathroom to die. I never wanted that, and deep down I never wanted to feel this ache in my heart that I'm feeling for her...

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      Finally getting the courage to visit her, I step into the room after taking a deep breath. My eyes immediately fall onto an empty hospital bed. Feeling myself panic, I turn around and race out the room.
       "WHERE IS SHE?!"  I kept screaming frantically for someone to help me out. People act like they really doing they job out here. Grabbing the first person I see wearing scrubs, I ask again where Mercy is with a louder and more demanding tone of voice.
       "The small girl that was in the room?... Oh, she's gone."   What? Gone?
      "The hell you mean, 'gone'?"  I ask, causing my voice to boom.
      "Well, she discharged herself yesterday. We gave her two weeks since she woke up, and she up and left in a hurry."  She's alive? Fuck that, she didn't even come tell me?! What kind of hoe shit is that? You're supposed to tell your boyfriend these types of things. Like, 'Hey, I just woke up from the hospital bed. Just wanted to let you know I'm alive.'  Something like that!
        Grinning from ear to ear, I practically skip out the hospital. Maybe, she went home. I mean, she had to. Her clothes and other shit is there. I have to see her. I can't believe she's finally awake.. I actually can't believe she's alive, but you know.

I can't believe this.. I'm finally going to talk to her again. Let's hope she forgives me. I don't know what I'd do if she hated me.. Now... I wonder if she likes flowers...

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      Soooo, hey. Update is that I deleted a few books (unpublished) and I made two new books. I might just discontinue this book and do a remake.

   I was also thinking of remaking my book 'Kidnapped' because yeah. Idk honestly. Give me suggestions.

Also, I only wrote this chapter because of @girlsscreambreezy__. Since she messaged me a day or two ago nicely about this update.

Whatever, and whatever..

-Iyana