Chapter Three.

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I tried to call Kyle back a couple of days later to apologize for being so harsh. But he wouldn't answer my calls, read my text messages, or anything. So I decided to drive to his house. When I was about half way there, another car spun out, and crashed into me. Suddenly it all went black.

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"Where am I?" I questioned, confused. A bunch of tubes were connected to me, and I was scared. I didn't know where I was, and I was worried that something had happened, and that I wasn't ever going to be the same again.

"She's awake!" someone shouted. A familiar face came over to me I couldn't recognize it completely, but they looked so familiar. Then it came to me. It was Kyle!

"I'm sorry that I didn't respond to any of your text messages or calls, I just lost it." I nodded, before the doctor asked to talk to him.

He nodded and walked out of the room.

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I overheard the doctor talking to the person who just left the room. "She's not going to be okay, she's going to die in 15 minutes. I'm sorry but you have to say goodbye." The doctor told him.

I'm going to die? I thought. I can't die. I was supposed to live. I was going to go and fix my mistakes, not make them any worse than they already were. He told me that he couldn't live without me, so if I died, what would happen to him next? Would he die with me, just to be with me again? I wish I knew the answer, but before I could respond this is what I heard.

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP." That was the last thing I heard.

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