The Lynch Twins

Chapter 13

Lilly's POV

3 months. 3 f*cking months. My twin, the person I'm closest to and can tell anything, has been in a coma for 3 months. The worst part is it's all my fault. It's not like the times when people say something's their fault but it really isn't. I threw the boot at her head, therefore it's all my fault.

The doctors say that if she doesn't wake up in the next week...They're pulling the plug on her, as in, killing her. I couldn't live without Lola. She's the one that's got me through so many hard times. We always stick together. 

I've started cutting agian.

I know I shouldn't. The last time I cut was before we got adopted. Lola always helped me through. She's the one that got me to stop, without her, I grew weak. I found my old blade in the pocket of a pair of my jeans and, I just couldn't help myself. I'd forgotten how good it felt. It feels so good to finally cut again. It helps me get through this. At first it wasn't many, 1 or 2 every few days, but then the time passed, and Lola got worse, it moved up to 5 or 6 a day. I managed to hide it for a while, but eventually Riker found out, and told everyone.

I'd just made a new scar on my left wrist and put my blade back. I dried the tears from my face and went out of the bathroom. Obviously, being me, I forgot to put my hoodie back on, the hoodie that was hiding my arms all day. 

And who should I run into on my small walk from the bathroom to the bedroom? That's right, Riker.

"What's on your arms?" 

"Nothing, just a few cuts."

"How did it happen?"

"The cat did it..."

"We don't have a cat. Lilly, did you cut yourself?"

I nodded slowly. 

After that he gave me a lecture right there in the hallway about self harm. And who should show up halfway through? The rest of the band also joined in his lecture, and took away anything sharp that I could cut with. But that didn't stop me. It's surprising that a dollar store will let children purchase knives. But I did, and now I cut in secret, in the middle of the night, also causing me sleep deprivation. 

I go to the hospital everyday to see Lola. Normally one of the band members come with me, but they leave after a bit to give me some time with Lola.

"Lola. I miss you. I know I say that everyday but it's true. It's getting harder. It's getting harder to cope, I'm getting weaker...I think it might happen agian. I might not stay strong enough. And without you, I don't know what will happen. I need you Lola. I need you to wake up and tell me everything will be fine. I need you to help me. I'm cutting again Lola, and you know what happened last time. I'm not strong enough, I need you."

My tears fell onto the ground in front of me. I willed her to open her eyes and sit up. Hug me and tell me everything will be Ok.

Then I saw something. It might not have happened. I was probably imagining it but I swear, just then, a single tear drop rolled down her cheak.

Lola's POV

3 months. I've been in this stupid coma for 3 months. I can hear everyone talking to me and telling me to wake up. I'm trying. I really am. I can hear the doctors talking. They say that if I don't wake up in a weak they're pulling the plug. 

Lilly's cutting again. This cannot happen. Last time she started cutting it was Ok at first, then the scars multiplied, then something terrible happened. I don't want to think about it or I'll start crying more. I didn't know it was possible for people in comas to cry, but obviously it is as a tear definately rolled down my cheak.

I'm trying my hardest to wake up, but I don't have enough stregnth. Everyday I feel myself growing weaker as I try even harder to wake up.

If I die, I know what will happen to Lilly, and I can't let that happen.

Lilly's POV

I glanced at the small clock. 10 minutes until visiting time is over.

Lola stayed motionless as I stared at her. 

I remembered a song. It's our favourite song ever. (Apart from R5 music) It's got us through so many tough times when we were younger. I knew every word off by heart. I began singing it. I know it was a long shot but it might bring Lola to wake up.

"This is an anthem for the homesick

For the beaten

The lost, the broke, the defeated

A song for the heartsick

For the standby's

Living life in the shadow of a goodbye

Do you remember when we learned how to fly?

We played make-believe

We were young and had time on our side

You're stuck on the ground

Got lost, can't be found

Just remember that you're still alive

I'll carry you home

No you're not alone

Keep marching on

This is worth fighting for

You know we've all got battle scars

You've had enough

But just don't give up

Stick to your guns

You are worth fighting for

You know we've all got battle scars

Keep marching on.

Nothing. Just like I thought.

~The next day~

The doctors have changed it. Lola got a lot worse this morning. 3 days. If she doesn't wake up, she'll die.

I know she won't wake up. It obvious.

I promised I wouldn't do this. I promised myself, I promised Lola. Last time I cut, I promised I would never do this again. But I have to. I can't live if Lola doesn't.

I quietly tip toed to the kitchen. My knife isn't sharp enough so I got the sharpest knife out of the drawer.

I snuck back up to the bedroom. I slipped off my shirt and heald the tip of the knife above my heart.

I have to do it.

I have to kill myself.

I pushed the knife in and blood dripped to the floor. 

The door flew open...

But it was too late.

A/N-

Hi!!! First, everyone who I said could be in the story will be in the next chapter.

And, I think everyone should listen to that song. You can find it in media as I think it's really good.

xxbyexx