Thief 2 (m.e.)

Chapter 25

Matt's POV

I get out the car and slam the door shut. I run up the porch and the door is open already. Instantly, I have a pain in my stomach, I have absolutely no reason to think that Kole is in trouble, but for some reason, I do.

I push the door further open, and I see her phone on the floor in pieces.

I clear my throat. “Kole?" I say out loud.

There is no response.

The further I walk in the house, the more I feel like she was kidnapped, or taken away. I go down the hall and take a deep breath before putting my hand on the knob of the bathroom door.

Please still be here, please still be here.

The door creeks.

I feel the world stop. I was right.

Kole was gone… but her body was still there.

“No, no, no." I repeat as I get on my knees before her. “Kole wake up."

I say holding her face.

She doesn't cry, she doesn't blink, she doesn't breath.

I start the bath water, knowing it should stop the blood from oozing.

The dress that my sister's gave her, is now ruined. She'll never be able to wear it again, she'll never be able to look at it to remember the good time we had at her prom tonight, most important, she might not be able to remember ever again.

“Kole!" I scream. “Wake the fuck up! Right now!"

My breaths increase and I try holding back my tears, but what for? I shove my hand in my pocket and pull out my phone as tears stream down my face.

“Nine, one, one, what's your emergency?"

I instantly tell her the address, not wanting to waist any time.“She cut herself to death and she needs to come back! Make her come back!"

“Sir, we're on our way."

“Hurry! There's so much blood!" I sob. “There's too much."

I pull her to the tub and sit her in it. I sit at the edge holding her up so she doesn't fall in.

I rub her face, telling her everything will be okay, telling myself she'll be fine until people in medical uniforms come in.

_%_

I fine myself in the back of an ambulance, then as fast as I was in there, I was walking beside her while she laid in a bed and doctors and nurses pushed her to an area. Police officers follow behind. I hold her hand, crying, never taking my eyes of of her lifeless body.

We come to a door.

“Sir, you can't  go any further that this."  doctor tells me.

“What do you mean I can't go any further?!" I snap.

“You're going to have to go to the waiting room."

“I don't want to! I want to stay with her!"

“Sir, you're going to have to come with me." A police officer who had been following us says.

“No!" I demand.

Three police officers hold me back while they push her away from me.

I try my hardest to push my way to her, but it doesn't work.

_%_

I stand in the parking lot of the hospital, pacing back and forth.

My attention is caught by the sound of foot steps. I look up to see a women, a familiar one, Tracy, my mom.