Gerard's P.O.V
I wrapped my arms around her tightly. "Sylvie you're alright," I whisper with tears of joy.
"W...who....who are you," she quietly asks.
I quickly withdraw myself from her and look in her eyes. She doesn't remember. "I'm Gerard, were friends," I whisper slowly getting up to go get the doctor. I feel a sharp pain in my wrist and I spot Sylvia's hand clutching my wrist, harshly.
"P...please don't leave me," she pleads.
I notice how scared she looked so I sat back down next to her. She slowly leaned on my chest and drifted off back to sleep. I smiled and played with her hair until I heard the most horrifying noise. The heart monitor saying she was dead. No! She can't be dead, no!
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Losing a Winning Battle
Teen FictionSylvia Rose has a abusive family and gets bullied at school, because she's the new kid. Little did she know she goes to school with her favorite band My End. The band notices her and see the bruises she tries so desperately to hide. They soon becom...
