I Didn't Mean To Kill Her.

Chapter 21

"Your friend Bobby is in the hospital, but he didn't make it through surgery."

The words echoed in my head. Getting louder and louder by the second. I have to leave. I have to see him. I have to see Lucy. I have to.

I'm losing this battle.

"May I see him?" I spoke. No tears fell from my eyes. No emotion showed. The room was silent. I spoke again just in case they didn't hear. "May I see him?" I looked up.

Anne was gone. Mark was gone. I was alone once again.

"He hasn't came out yet." There was a woman's voice coming from the other side of the door.

"How did he get in?" A manly voice replied to the woman.

"He is most likely lost. I'll get him out." The man said. "If you are by the door please move away. We are here to help you. We don't want to hurt you." The guy shouted through the door. I moved far as I could away from the door.

The door kicked opened. The woman gasped. The man was shocked. "Come here son. Its okay. We just need to talk."

I opened my eyes. I looked up and took his hand. My hand is smaller than his. I'm covered in blood. He helped me up.

Where am I? This isn't the hospital. Why am I small? Where's Lucy?

"It is okay. Your friend is okay, she will wake up soon. We need you to tell us what happened. Can you do that?" The man asked.

"I wanna see my Lucy. Where is she? Tell me where she is!" I shouted at the police man. Tears falling out of my eyes. The scent of blood is making me wheezy.

The man looked away from me. He nodded to someone else. They put the set of clothes down, and opened the door. Where Lucy lays in her yellow Sunday dress with her light blue jean jacket. Her light blonde/brown hair is down few strands pinned to the side. Her nice, light brown sandles lay by her. One of them is broken. Dried blood is soaked in her clothes, and little in her hair. She has dry blood on her face with tears. Her icey blue eyes are still open. They look scared.

"What happened to her?" I asked in young, squeaky, worry, sad, crying voice.

"You happened." The man, who helped me to get out of the room, said to me. I looked at him, confused. He nodded his head to the person who opened the door. He grabbed the cloth from the corner of the room. I looked at the man then to man who has the cloth. I looked down at Lucy. I hugged her one last time. Tears fell from my face. I tightened my hug.

"I'm so so so sorry. I just wanted to show you my secret. I love you. Come visit me." I whispered into her ear. I kissed her cheek. I closed her eyes.

I stood up from my knees. Having my head down to face the ground. A tear dropped on her right hand. I tured around, and walked out the door with the man. The sound of the cloth being layed acrossed her was the last sound I heard before I spoked.

"I didn't mean to kill her."