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weaknes part 2

Sorry it took so long, my mental health was not in sync with my writing schedule sadly.

Jughead p.o.v
My breathing stopped, I heard screaming and I turned my head to the left just quick enough to see Betty Cooper the love of my life fall down her stool in a lifeles manner. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she screams things out loud that I can't even understand.

I admdietly jump up and run over her, maybe to help catch her fall, or maybe just to hold her in my arms and try to calm her down. Reasure her that everything will be okay as I see Toni calling someone. Wich i can only geus is 911.

I rast my arms under her head and placed my own in the crook of her neck. Wispering in her ear that everything will be okay, it has to be.

I knew she was weak, I knew she wasn't feeling well. But I had no idea what was going on, how could i have known that she would faint...or have a...I don't even know what that was. I neevr saw someone faint and then scream at me things my brain couldn't even fit in place. All I can remember is the fear in her eyes as she fell down, I remember faintly me screaming her name out.

But that's not important now, all we need now is for Betty to go to the hospital, recover and for me to stay with her. Every step of the way.

I soon feel a hand touch my shoulder. I flinch and look up in fright, Seeing paramedics pulling me away from betty, pulling me away from my light. I try to fight them, whay if they hurt her more, I can't lose her. She is my only light, I can't lose my only light. The tought of that, makes shivers run down my spine. A fear crawling inside my veins as I stare at the scene that is going on, right now my only light of happines is being carried away. away from me and my waiting arms.

"Jughead, please calm down....come with us towards the hospital" the words makes me look down, and I see Toni infornt of me. Talking to me like I'm a little child.

I numbly nod my head and follow after her, into her truck. I step inside and place my head on the cold car window, staring out to the road as all I can think about is Betty's face and all I can hear are the screams that came out of her mouth. all I can feel is the same feeling like I have been for who knows how long, I feel completely useless. I can't help her, I can't save her from whatever is going with her. 

I look at my hand and stare at them, I remember the first time Betty grabbed it, we were 7 at that time and never before did a girl other then Toni or Jelly touch my hand. the kids in my class always shouted that I was half rat cause I live on the southside, that's why no one ever wanted to play with me. but then came Betty, her hand touching mine as I felt that my hands were becoming sweaty and I quickly pulled my hand back from hers. wishing that she hasn't noticed it, I looked up at her and couldn't help but smile back a litte. 

I noticed that one of her front teeth was missing as she smiled at me the kind of smile I only ever saw on tv. ''hello Jughead, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to play with me and my friend Archie?'' she asked me, her voice was so soft and light. it was filled with a kind of happines that I had never experienced before. she said my name right, she didn't say jugrat, or homeless boy...she said Jughead.

I smile a little as I look at my hands, thinking about that small but life changing moment. I didn't even realise we arrived at the hospital, only when Toni tapped my shoulder and made me look up I realised. 

Iquickly stepped outof the car, rushing inside the hospital and I did once I was surrounded by the same old white walls was wait.

and wait...

and wait some more...

more people started to arrive, all just as anxious. all wanting and wishing for awnsers about what is wrong with the sweetest girl from the northside. even Cheryl came with some of the vixens, I tought she wouldn't show her face after she so ''kindly'' humiliated Betty infrontof the school because she found out she was dating me.

but I didn't care about anyof them, I didn't care that I was hungry or thirsty.I didn't care that my body felt weak and was in a desparate need to get out of those uncomfartble plastic chairs and slide into the comfortble sensation that is my bed...butI couldn't care less.

all I cared and will ever care about is Betty

the only problem was tho, that at that moment in the hospital i had no idea what was going on in the southside...I had no Idea that whatever was going with Betty was not a coincidence...it was to make me weak, and I found out to late.

Because a life was already lost.

soooooo that was that.....I knowwww I'm mean for stopping now hehe.

but I stopped now cause I wanted to discus something with you guys. would you read it if I turned this into a short story. so it will be it's own book, cause I honestly don't want to rush this and feel like this story has a ot potential. you can be honest tho, because I would ratheryou tell me you  don't like it. then writing a story no one reads....so let meknow!!!!!!

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