possibly triggering, read at your own risk
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I woke up with Luke spooning me. I smile and cuddle into him more. His grip got tighter, and I smiled bigger. I reach over to the side table and grab my phone. I unplug it from my charger and check my notifications.
I have tons of texts messages.
Harry: Hey love. You ready for our date? 😘
Mary: Kadee, it's bad again.
Mary: I'm having the flashbacks again.
Mary: The voices are getting louder.
Mary: They are telling me to do it.
Mary: They are saying it'll be better if I do what they want.
Mary: I'm going to do it.
Mary: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, it feels so good.
Mary: Goodbye, ilysm.
Mikey: KADEE MARY ISNT WAKING UP WHAT DO I DO?
Mikey: KADEE ANSWER ME
Mikey: PLEASE
Cal-Pal: WHAT DID MARY TEXT YOU?!
Cal-Pal: KADEE LULU RICHARD ANSWER ME
Cal-Pal: Kadee, please. I can't lose her too.
The tears form in my eyes. I get out of Luke's grasp and jump out of bed. I take my oxygen tank and walk outside. I dial Mary's number.
Ring one.
Ring two.
Ring three.
Ring four.
"Three reasons I didn't answer your phone call is because 1: Kellin Quinn exists 2: Matty Mullins exists and 3: Austin Carlile exists. I'll call you back as soon as I can. Peaceskies!"
No. No. No. No. This isn't happening. She isn't gone.
I dial Michael's number with my shaky fingers.
"Hello?"
"Micheal, it's me. Is Mary okay?"
"Um, well, sorta."
"Sorta? What does sorta mean?"
"It means that, um, she isn't gonna be here much longer."
"In the hospital?"
"On this earth."
"Michael Gordon Clifford you better be shitting with me."
"No, I'm not. She is in terrible condition and she isn't gonna make it through the day. God, I'm so stupid!"
"Michael, stop it."
"Why!? I let my girlfriend almost kill herself! She's my everything, Kadee! I love her!" I could mentally picture the tears strolling down his face."
"Which hospital are you at?"
"The only one in Melbourne."
"I'll be right there." I hang up. I go back inside to see Luke sitting on his bed with worried eyes. I scramble through my suitcase to find something to wear.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
"Mary's in the hospital."
"What? Since when?"
"Last night." I hand him my phone and reads the messages. He gasps and covers his mouth.
"Oh god." He softly says. I throw him a pair of skinnies and a Nirvana shirt. He quickly changes his clothes as I put on a pair of skinnies with my Sleeping With Sirens tank. We lace up our shoes and dash out the door.
