ONE OF US IS BURNING (ONE OF US IS LYING FANFIC)

Chapter 18: Nate

Her fingers were cold.

Her skin was pale.

Her life was drained from her,

down the toilet.

I thought it was the end.

In fact,

I KNEW it was the end.

I couldn't stay in that room any longer.

I'm so sorry, Bronwyn.

I'm so sorry I let this happen to you.

Now you're dead.

And it's all my fault.

I reached my hand out to the door knob.

But I couldn't reach it.

Something didn't feel right.

It felt like she was trying to say something to me.

It sounded like she was telling me,

"Don't go, Nate. Please, don't give up on me."

But,

then again,

she's dead.

There's nothing I can do.

I needed to scream.

I needed to crash down every wall and everything in sight.

Bronwyn,

my best friend,

my partner in crime,

my girlfriend,

my soulmate,

is dead.

And there's nothing left for me.

I looked and looked for an empty room.

The hospital was even more crowded than before.

I felt the rage boiling inside me,

ready to explode.

I never felt this kind of feeling before.

I feel like I've lost myself.

What's next for me?

Where do I go from here?

I can't do this without her.

And I never thought I would ever fall in love or any of that stupid sappy romance crap.

As always,

it's not who I am.

I'm not that kind of guy.

However,

I don't even know who I am anymore.

I couldn't stay here.

This hospital was too full,

to crowded,

to many C R I E S and S C R E A M S,

echoing through my ears.

In one,

and out the other.

As I ran out of the building and to my bike,

I thought about something.

I got on my bike and searched for my helmet.

I'd never had one, because I'd always given it to Bronwyn.