Holding hands.

chapter 8

I stopped at a door that was almost close, but not quite. I looked carefully through the small gap. 

"The man they crashed with just got a shock. He went to seek help for the girls." said one woman. 

"But who was the girl out there who woke up the other day?" asked one man. 

"Cassandra Montoya." she said. 

"Yes, it is too bad for her." said the man. 

It came in an older woman from another door in the room. She looked like a real doctor with her white clothes. 

"What does the report look like?" she asked. 

"One girl, Cassandra, can go today. Were no major injuries. But her friend Leah Buckley died unfortunately. She died immediately after the crash." I heard the man say. 

Died? Died !? No! It's not true! They are joking with me. Please say this is a really sick joke. I wanted to run away. I wanted to go back to Brent and pretend like nothing had happened. But how could I do that when I can barely stand on my own feet after what I just heard. 

Now everything fell back together. Car crash. I shot out the windshield. Glass that was spread over the street. Blood from Leah's chest. Brent was so sad even though I woke up. 

Nurse's voice echoed in my head. 

"She is not feeling anything eihter." "We can not reach her." Now I realized the awful truth. 

Leah was dead. I felt a tear fall down my cheek, but that was all. 

"Cass?" I heard Brent say. I turned around, and saw him standing a few meters away from me. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. I could not utter a word, so I just ran up to him and hugged him. 

"Hey .. what is it?" he asked. 

"She is dead. Right ?! Leah." I said. 

"yeah .. I'm so sorry." he said gloomily. 

"I want to go home." I said and hugged him tighter. 

I was discharged the same day and Brent drove me home. I was a little afraid to sit down in the car at first but after some solace and closeness from Brent I came into the car and he drove slowly and safely back home. He stayed with me that night. I did not want to be alone. I already felt lonely without Leah. 

I sat alone in my room in front of my mirror. Today it was particularly difficult to find myself. It was like half of me was gone. I looked myself in the eyes. 

I had the same eye color as Leah. It was the only thing we had in common in our appearance. The blue gray eyes. 

I remember when we sat on the beach last year. When we celebrated my birthday. 

I remember how we were dancing among the leaves in the fall. And the snow angels we did in the winter. 

The Christmases I celebrated with her ​​and her family after my mother died. 

I heard my mobile beep and I found myself still in front of the mirror in my room. I sat on the bed and picked up my cell phone. 

"Are you okay? I am so sorry for Leah. And for that I could not get there. I'm with my grandparents this week, you know." I read in a text message from Jonathan. 

"I'm okay. Physically." I wrote and started to cry. I wanted that Jonathan would be here and mourn with me. And I wanted that Leah would live. 

Brent came into my room. He had heard me crying. 

"Babe .." he said quietly and sat next to me in bed. I could not be strong anymore. I needed him. I needed him now. I needed his comfort. And I needed his warmth. 

I sat on his lap where we sat in the middle of the bed and he took his arms around me and held one arm around my legs and the other around my waist. 

"I want her to live. But she's dead." I cried against his chest. He held me tighter and kissed me on the forehead. 

It was a long night full of tears. But I never wanted to leave him. Or Leah.

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