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Chapter 19

AN- Hey, so from now on I'm going to try and publish a new chapter every Saturday, and possibly on Sundays. Any suggestions or reviews are welcome!! Sorry for the shorter chapter, I'll see what I can do about making them longer.

Katherine's POV

I hug my mother tightly as Christina and Amy walk out of the room. She hugs me back and just holds me as I cry. We sit down and I lay my head on her shoulder, as she runs her fingers through my hair and tells me that everything is going to be okay.

I always try to be the strong one, the one that everyone can depend on to comfort them, or know what to do when everything is crazy. I push aside my own emotions, my own problems, so I can help them. Right now though, I just can't.

My sister is in there, she is hurt. It kills me to even think of anyone in my family in any kind of pain. I want this to be a dream, I want to wake up, and realize that none of this is real. That this isn't happening. I want this to just be a nightmare. But that isn't very realistic of me. I look up as the doors swing open again and watch Christina and Amy come in and sit down. They look so sad.

I look over at Dani, and she stands up. I stand up too, smiling weakly at my mom and then walking over to Dani. I ask her if she's ready, and she just nods. We start our walk to the ICU. I grab Dani's hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, and we don't let go till we get there.

Dani's POV

When we get to Lisa's room, I let go of Katherine's hand and slowly open the door. I stare in shock at the person laying on the bed. It doesn't look like Lisa at all. I see her face, and all the wires and tubes hooked up to her. I barely recognize her. I awkwardly make my way to one of the chairs situated by the bed, looking at her in disbelief.

Kath's POV

I watch Dani sit down, and then go to the other side. I look at the bruises and cuts all over my little sister's body. It hurts me to even imagine her being in enough pain to do this. To think that she thought that dying would be better than living. That leaving would be better then staying. I don't understand at all. I wish she had told someone, told me. I would have helped her. I should have known something was really wrong. Of course I noticed she was a little down, but I thought that it would pass. It terrifies me to think that she might not wake up. That she would die, believing that she was alone. That she could die thinking that she isn't worth it.

I feel a tear go down my face, and quickly wipe my eyes. I grab her hand, and pray that she will get better soon. I look at her face, and say aloud, "Lisa, you better fight. We are here for you, don't you dare give up, okay? We need you. You are worth fighting for, and I will never let you forget that again."