Kayla*
People stared at me as I sat, sobbing in the hospital. I was in a chair with the boys surrounding me, and I was getting sympathetic looks. I hid my face in my mustache pajamas and cried, hoping Jack would be okay.
Matthew sat to the side of me, rubbing my back to calm me down. We had been here for an hour and I was starting to breakdown. I was waiting for the doctor to come out and say surgery was a success and we could see Jack.
"Jack Johnson?" A doctor called into the waiting room. I immediately jumped out of my seat and ran to him. "No, Kayla, if something as happened-" "if something bad happened, I deserve to know," I said cutting Nash off.
Turning slowly, I approached the doctor. He looked at me with no expression on his face, and to be honest that scared the hell out of me.
"Jack Johnson, patient 93 who attempted suicide," the doctor began reading. It gave me hope that he said attempted. "Broke his legs, back, and neck, which led to him being successful in his attempt." The doctor said and put his pen down on the board.
My world stopped and for a second all I felt was numb. I fell to the ground on my knees while the boys began to tear up. I laid down on the waiting room floor and sobbed over the loss of the only one I'll ever love and it's all my fault.
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The boys had drug me back to the hotel, kicking and screaming because I wouldn't leave Jack without a fight. They took me to my room and I barely made it in the door before I broke down completely.
Jack, my old best friend, my new boyfriend, my only love, is gone. He's gone. Just like that. And it broke me. It broke me to the core.
I found myself crawling to Jacks old room and going inside. I found his suitcase beside one of the beds and collapsed onto the ground beside it.
I opened it and dug through his clothes, anything that had a memory of him. I just need something of him to keep me going.
As I pulled up my favorite one of his hoodies, I saw a little white piece of notebook paper folded up on the bottom. I pulled it out a and carefully unfolded it.
Kayla,
I know you think this is your fault, but it's not. I had sent a letter to you before I knew you were coming up here, please, go home and read it, I don't think I have the heart to write it again.
Jack.
I pulled his clothes together and packed up his suitcase. I pulled it along to my room and grabbed my things. I pulled Jacks hoodie over my head and let the tears roll freely down my cheeks as I called Tate.
I waited in the lobby and when he pulled up, I quickly got in. He dug around and found a tissue to give me before he turned on some music to calm my nerves.
"Where to Kayla?" He asked gently. I felt an ache in my chest as I choked out the words, "the airport." He nodded and drove there quietly, letting me cry.
When we got there he got out and pulled the suitcases out behind me. He handed them to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I don't know what's wrong, but you do have my number, you could always call me," he said and released me from the hug.
He walked back to his side of the car and tipped his hat before he got back in and drove away. I walked through the terminal with a sticky, hot face and gave them the 1 way ticket I had bought.
As I boarded the plane, I looked out the window. I let more tears fall before I wiped them and closed my eyes. The only thing there was images of Jack floating around in my mind.
"Goodbye, my love." I said and the plane ascended above the clouds, just like Jack.
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Sorry guys, sad chapter, the next will be sad too.....
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