Remember 2

Chapter 2

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This Chapter is for @JennaTaylor01 because of her really nice comment she left on the first chapter :) xxx enjoy xxx

I ran outside as quickly as I could, I could see Trevor and 6 paramedics rushing him inside the ambulance. "Trevor!" I cried and ran to the gurney he was on.

"Trevor." I said crying and smoothed his blood soaked hair. "Move, move move!" A paramedic yelled and I stepped back.

"We've got a crushed ribcage, the lung isn't functioning. Leg is broken, wrist is broken, and hip fractured." The paramedic said as they put him in the ambulance.

I slowly walked backwards as I saw the pool of blood Trevor was in. I felt my head spinning when Sam came into view.

I practically threw myself on him and let the hot tears fall. "Why today, why." I asked and wiped my eyes on his shirt.

"I dont know, Hazel. I just don't." I looked over and saw Jc throwing up behind a bush, poor guy didn't see that coming. I knew Trevor was alive and I needed to stay on that positive note.

"We will see him soon, I-I'm going to help out with Jc." I nodded over to him still getting sick and Sam nodded.

I quickly jogged over to him and rubbed my hand over his back, he got sick once more before wiping his mouth and kicking dirt over the mess.

We moved over to near the curb and sat down. Jc started crying and I just held him. "Can you tell me what happened?" I asked and Kian stepped in and sat next to me.

"We were filming a video... Jc threw apart of Trevor's camera equipment into the side of the road, and as Trevor went to get it..." Kian began to choke up, "A person who was texting swerved into Trevor. It wasn't even in the middle of the road!! He was literally 2 feet off the curb!" Kian yelled in aggravation and sobbed.

I settled my hand on his shoulder as Sam, Dakota, Connor and Ricky joined us. Connors eyes were red from tears and Sam was still crying.

"God, please don't take Trevor. Please don't take him." Sam cried and I wrapped my arms around Sam's neck, pulling his body to mine.

The ambulance sped off and some paramedics began to wash the road off.

I couldn't take it anymore, this positive shit isn't working. I try to stay positive and think lightly, but more crap happens after another.

I stood up off of the curb and screamed, I ran into the house and into my room. I began to kick my bed and rip off the sheets.

I punched the picture of Trevor and I on my wall, the glass shattered and cut my knuckles. I winced in pain again and I held my hand.

I picked at the broken glass and wiped my tears away, I traced Trevor's face with my good hand and not my bloody cut one.

Hot tears still began to pour

down my face as I shut my eyes.

"Please let me wake up, this isn't happening... Wake up!" I shouted and nothing happened.

I was still the girl who beat cancer, I was still sitting by the broken glass with the picture of my practical brother. I was still in this dark hole I call my life that I couldn't get out of. I was still the girl that ran away and found love along the way.

How am I going to change this?