Not Gone....

Chapter Four..

                      Dead people receive more
           Flowers than the living ones because
              Regret is stronger than gratitude.
       
      Anne Frank~
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Lilly's POV:
(Bet you didn't see that coming)

Mom I am right here.
Don't cry.
It's not your fault.
I made the choice.
You are suffering and I hate it.
Mother don't cry, I am not worth your tears.
Sophie...is that you?
Sophie where's Emily?
How is Emily?
Why can't you hear me?
I am talking. Right?
Where's Daniel he said he wouldn't leave my side.
Guys I am scared.
I can feel you, I can hear you.
But I can't move.
I am paralyzed.
If it would have just worked.
I wouldn't be here.
I would be somewhere, with my dad.
I want to yell.
I want to tell my mom that I am trying to move.
I just can't.
I don't regret my actions.
I do feel guilty.
But I don't regret.
Maybe I will in the future, but not now.
I hear my Niece whisper something in my ear.
"Please Wake up awuntie, mommy always cries because she misses you."
I want to tell her that I miss her mommy too.
The last thing I hear is "I love you."
I feel a gentle peck on my cheek.
I feel happiness filling me up.
Then I hear the door click.
They are gone now....

Emily's POV:
I walk quietly around the house.
My fingers smoothly running on the wall as I walk.
I miss her.
I was only eight when she tried to commit suicide.
I didn't know what had happened.
It was all a blur.
I don't remember anything beside hearing a gunshot go off.
My first instinct was to hide.
So I did.
Hours later my mother found me.
She hugged me tightly.
Told me she would not make the same mistakes.
I was confused.
After all I was only eight.
I walk into my fathers office.
I stare at the portrait of Lilly.

I envy the girl in the portrait.
My sister.
Her beautiful blue eyes anyone could fall in love with.
Her silky brown hair that fell below her waist.
She looked so young.
Innocent.
Fragile.
As if nothing were going to hurt her....ever.
A tear falls down my cheek.
I wipe it with my sleeve.
I sit in fathers chair.
I look at the picture he has of us.
It was all of us holding hands.
I smile softly.
I miss the good old days.
When mother wasn't crying all night.
When Blanca wouldn't call me in the middle of the night to inform me that her mom was crying again.
I j-just wish things could go back to normal.
But I know nothing will ever be normal....

Sophie's POV:
Empty.
That's all I feel.
Ever since she tried to commit suicide.
I have hated myself.
The only reason I am still here is because of my daughter and future husband.
Why I mean future husband is because I don't want to get married until Lilly is awake.
It would mean the world to me, but who knows if she'll ever wake up.
I grab  Blancas hand and walk toward our car.
My mom slowly following behind.
She doesn't want to go.
But she has too.
She has to take care of Emily her other daughter.
I buckle Blanca up in her car seat.
I get in the drivers seat and mothers gets in the passengers.
As I pull away, I see mother crying.
Pain.
Heart ache.
She doesn't deserve this, but at the time we do because in the end we were both the cause of this....

Jack POV:

It's been five fucking years.
I miss her.
I feel so stupid.
I regret ignoring her.
Why?
She didn't deserve this.
She is paying for the mistake of others.
We deserve the pain.
But she doesn't.
I want her awake.
Breathing on her own.
Like before.
I just dont understand.
I should be the one in that hospital bed.
But i can't take back what I did.
I have to live with regret.
I know it sounds like she died, but it's basically as if she did.
Her laugh doesn't fill up the room anymore.
I love her.
I want her to meet my daughter...Blanca.
She is precious.
An angel.
And my princess....