The Demon I Let Ruin Me

FIFTEEN

I watch as Harry answers his phone and it goes from curious to shocked and then he hangs up.

"I have to go." He says, he sounds upset.

"Why? What's wrong?" I ask. It's been a full 24 hours since Edward broke my heart and with Harry here, I feel a little better.

"Edward." He sighs. "He's dead." The words hit me like a ton of bricks. It's harder than that.

"What?" I gasp. I'm in full shock right now and I can't breath.

"Yeah. Drunk driving accident." He gulps and tries to leave.

"I need to come with." I tell him. He looks from me to the door and then back to me before nodding. I follow him out the door and we race to the hospital.
How the hell did it go from him breaking my heart to him dying in 24 hours?
Edward is dead. I can't seem to make those words have meaning in my head.

When we get in the hospital I see Anne in the waiting room crying her eyes out. Seeing her cry makes this too real for me and I cry too.

"Harry!" She exclaims and runs into his arms. Harry hugs her back and I watch with tears in my eyes. "It was too soon! He was so young." She cries and I match her cries. Marcel pulls her away from Harry and Anne puts her head into his shoulder. I fall into Harry's arms and sob. How is this possible? That I'm crying over Edward for a whole new reason.

After we get done at the hospital we all go back to Anne's house to talk. The thought is overwhelming for me. The thought the man I once loved, the man that just yesterday shattered my heart is no longer on this earth. For a moment I think about karma and how it comes around but I can't imagine that death would be the same thing as having your heart broken.
I think about how this adds to my heart ache. By a million and I can hardly breath right now.

"I want to go home." I tell Harry and he nods. Harry has been the only one not to cry and I understand a little. I also thank him for being my rock right now. Though he doesn't need to be.

"I think I'm just gonna go to sleep. It's been a long day." I explain as I get out of his car.

"Are you sure? I can stay." He offers. No he needs to grieve right now. I'm less important than his dead brother no matter what he did right before he died.

"I'll be okay." I explain and go to my apartment. I need time alone to think. I'm not sure what to think. Other than how devastating it is, this whole thing. I lay down on my bed and hope that sleep can take over the fact that Edward is gone.
It's hard to sleep when all I can think about is what he doing when it happened. Was he driving? Was it a friend? Why did he get in a car with someone who was drunk? Did that person die too? Did think about me before he died? Was he the one who was driving? Was he alone? Why was he drinking? Why was he driving? Did the person he hit survive? Or did he hit something? What did he hit? Did someone watch it happen? What did they think? Were they devastated? Were they affected at all? What was his last thought? Was it in anger? Was he happy? Was he on his way to me? Did he need to tell me something? Did he ever plan on speaking to me again? What would he have said if he did? Would we have made up? Or would I have pushed him away? Would I have now that things are different? How long after hitting Harry did he get in the accident?
All of these questions flood my mind and I can't sleep through them. I watch the sun come up and lay in bed. Unable to care much about anything. I'll miss work but I don't care. When I tell Alex what happened I'm sure she'll need a day off too.

"McKayla?" Harry voices echos through my empty apartment and for a second, my tired mind believes it to be Edward. And for a second I want to shout that I love and miss him but I know it's Harry because Edward is dead.
Harry enters the room and I barely look away from the ceiling to acknowledge him.