My oh my

part thirteen

OMG GUYS ILYSM THX S' MUCH FOR 78 READS I'M SO HAPPY!
I'm sorry what I did to Jenette, I felt bad, but it had to have a problem in the story
I think I'm going to Write a prequel or sequel:))))))))
and also a horror story:)
thx sm

«Mark's POV»

I wake up the next morning, and the house is a wreck. My head is throbbing, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I look around, and the house is a wreck, and Jenettes no where. Ellie and Anthony are upstairs under my bed, and I smell like beer. I look around, and walk into the kitchen. There was a missed call on the phone, it was from the red cross. I shrugged and decided to listen to the message.

"Dear Mr. Mark,

We found your girlfriend, or someone whom you know, was found in a car accident, and is in not good shape, she's spitting out random things, and seems terrified, she is in hospices, and is unlikely to survive, what we seemed to find out, is that she was trying to escape from someone that was drunk, we would like you to come and say hi, to see if she remembers anything.

Thank you

I drop the phone, I started crying,

"I did this to her!" I start to ball

"I hurt the one person I cared about."

"I HATE MY LIFE I HATE IT!" I scream and shout and shout and hit the walls. Then, I leave the house, I take Jenettes car to the hospital, it as  obvious that she took my car, so I drove my car down to the hospital, and I kept seeing broken window prices, an d car parts, and couldn't help but cry. When I get to the hospital, I rush through everyone, until I find Jenettes room. I walk in, and it was  horrible, she has a million needles around her, her eye looked like a toddler drew all over her arms, legs, and, face with black markers. Blood was  crusted all over her. She had gaping wounds sliced through her, her feet were swollen, and her lips were split. She had a heart minister on her, and whenever she breathed in and out, it sounded like her heart and lungs were vibrating. A lady came in, a started to wipe off her face with a warm rag. She turned around

"Who are you?" She asked grumpily.

"Mark, her boyfriend."

"Oh" She said moaning, well I'm about to put her on some meds, get her something to eat, and give her a bath."

"Can I stay?" my voice coming out crackeling because I was about to cry.

"uggggghhhhhh." She  moaned "Whatever"

"Thank you." I said, regaining my strength.

"Oh" She turned around

"I think you should know that since her head was impacted so much, she has a concussion, and she doesn't remember anything, except for how to walk an d talk and ya you get the point.

"Wait a minute, so she won't remember me?" My voice  is rising, because I'm getting mad

"Nope" She responded, totally calm, "she'll live, but she will just have to redo her life pretty much."

That thought skewered threw my mind, like a stake in the ground.