100 Reasons Why (Ashton Irwin)

Disapperance// part 2

Disappearance// part 2

Annabelle POV

*Day Eight*

"Belle, I wasn't told you were coming by!" I smiled once I saw my brother. I came in and sat next to him on his bed.

"Yeah, I decided today would be a good day, Dylan. So, what's up?"

"Doctor Rani told me some bad news this morning."

"What was it?"

"She said that basically, chemotherapy wasn't working. And I know that chemo is keeping me alive. But now it's not working."

"Dylan,-"

"Annabelle, I'm dying."

"No, Dylan, you're not. You're a fighter. You'll pull through. There will be some crazy miracle and you'll live. I'm positive of it."

"You and I both know you're talking to yourself."

"No,-"

"Belle, please. You don't need to try and push some hope into me. I know I'm dying. You can't stop that. I know how much you would love to, but you can't. It's out of your hands."

"I'm sorry, kid."

"Don't be." We say there in silence for many more minutes. Just thinking. That was, until Dylan spoke up.

"Sing to me."

"What?"

"Photograph by Ed Sheeran. Please sing to me." I take a deep breath and start to sing, just as he requested.

"Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

And when it gets hard,

You know it can get hard sometimes,

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive,

We keep this love in a photograph,

We made these memories for ourselves,

Where our eyes our closing,

Hearts are never broken,

And times forever frozen still

So you can keep me,

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,

Holding me close until our eyes meet,

And you won't ever be alone,

Wait for me to come home."

"I love you, Belle." He says as he slowly closes his eyes. My eyes widen as I realize what going on.

"No, no, Dylan. Wake up! You're a fighter! You can do this! Don't leave me! You're too young to die, goddamn it, wake up!" I sob and sob until the heart monitor draws out a single beep, a single line.

"Dylan, please." I whisper.

He doesn't respond.

I sob over my dead, brothers body until my parents, two nurses, and a doctor walk in the room.

"Belle." My mother says.

"Mom." My mom rushes herself to me, my father hot at her trail. They both embraced me and we all cried together. I don't care if the people in the hallway could hear us, or about the other people in the room, or my friends back at the university. I only cared about me, Dylan, and my parents.