Go away | jenzie

Let her go

Mackenzie POV

A heartbeat. Gone just seconds after it was beating. A straight line coming from his heart monitors. Flatlining. Nurses crowding around him. Doctors trying to wake him up, shocking him with electricity. Tears coming out of my eyes for the one person I love. Loved.

I stared in disbelief. He was gone. Really gone.

The doctor stopped shocking him and shook his head. I ran over to his bed. One of the nurses tried to hold me back from seeing his body.

It was pale and lifeless. The opposite of Johnny. I sobbed and carefully took his hand in mine. His fingers were still warm but were quickly fading into the coldness of death.

I was never going to see him again. Never going to see his beautiful eyes or bright smile. Never going to hear him sing again or listen to his calming voice.

"No, please." I cried out, "God, I love you Johnny... I love you. Please come back."

I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. It was the doctor.

"Ma'am I'm very sorry." His face was expressionless but I guess he dealt with this every day. His voice, the way he said it made me angry, like Johnny was never going to come back. I shrugged his hand off of me and crawled into Johnnys bed.

I held him. I held him like I should have the first time I ever felt like I loved him. I couldn't hear his heartbeat and I started crying even more. This time it felt more numb. Like this wasn't really happening, as if it was a dream.

I don't know how long I stayed like that but the doctor let me stay with Johnny. I didn't realize they called my mom until she came rushing into the room. The first time I've ever seen a caring expression in her face.

"Mom." My voice was dry, and rough from crying.

"Sweetie, come here." She pulled me off Johnny and grasped me in a hug. That's when the reality of it all hit. I started crying harder. I knew Johnny was never coming back. I knew he was dead.

I felt his bed being taken out of the room and I turned around fast.

"Stop!" My voice was still croaky. The nurse stopped and I walked over to his bed.

I gently caressed his face. His skin was finally cold. I brushed some of his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. Like it was the last kiss I would ever get with him, and it was.

They rolled him out and I was left alone with my mom. I hugged her again and everything faded away.

Johnny was a kid. One who was strong, caring, and passionate about the people he loved. I know that so many people will miss him. One of those people is me. I can't express in words how much I loved him. He was my angel. He saved me and I should have saved him.

"I will always love you"