1. Sorry I haven't been updating a lot lately. I've been working on other stories and trying to get my driver's license.
2. Mason made an appearance in a previous Mean Boys books. 10 points to Gryffindor if you know where she is from and who she is.
3. I've got some plot twists coming. Some sad. Some completly out of nowhere. I really hope you don't stop reading though, I'd miss you. *insert cute monkey covering his face emoji*
Feeling sick I stared at the dirty linoleum floor through my fingertips as I sat in the hospital waiting room with my head buried in my hands.
I was aware of Andy crying while Charlie walked in circles around the small room bouncing him, and of Ashley playing Flappy Bird on Michael’s phone, and of Destiny sobbing hysterically into Jess’ shoulder next to me, however I didn’t have the energy to lift my head and acknowledge any of them.
Feeling sick I let my hands droop to my sides, resting my forehead on my knees.
I heard my Mom run into the waiting room, and I heard Destiny choke out the little we knew, but none of it registered in my mind.
All I could think about was the tiny bundle Georgia had given her life to save. I remembered her death and how much it hurt, how incredibly over the moon I felt when I got her back, the three short years which weren’t near long enough I got to spend with her, and then….this.
I remembered the first week after I got her back I couldn’t put her down and she wouldn’t let me. She’d always been a cuddly kid, attached to Destiny and I at the hip. She was intelligent, quiet, shy, gentle, kind, everything I’d ever wanted in a kid.
“Ashton?” Luke whispered next to me.
“Hmm?” I hummed, not able to open my mouth or else I’d vomit on my vans.
I had several pairs of the simple black shoes, however these were old, real old, six years old. There was a lot of chewed up, stepped in gum on the bottom, the laces were frayed, they were so dirty they looked gray instead of black and the toes were so thin you could see my white socks underneath. Destiny had begged me to get rid of them, however I couldn’t.
I couldn’t pitch the shoes I’d gotten that day outside North Shore high from Niall and Harry.
“I’m sorry.” Luke whispered for about the hundredth time, “I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t do anything.” I muttered, swallowing the thick lump of fear in my throat, “I knew….I knew she needed a new tank I thought…. I thought it was okay….”
Unable to finish I watched a tear roll off the end of my nose and splash on the floor lightly.
We sat in silence again then, for a while. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, it could have been days, I didn’t know.
And then the doors were swinging open and a doctor was walking in.
“Mr. Irwin?”
Raising my head, my cheeks tear stained and my eyes red I looked up at him feeling a mix of hope and horror.
“I have news.” He said slowly, “Please follow me.”
My heart catching in my throat I rose so hastily to my feet my head spun, and watched as Destiny did the same beside me, moving to grip my hand tightly in her own.
“She’ll be okay.” Charlie assured us as we walked past following the doctor out of the room.
Nodding, we walked through the doors and down the hall before stopping outside a room, her room.
