Coming Home

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+A/N This book is coming to an end Soon:)(:)! ENJOYY

Juleps pov

I can't describe the feeling.

It was just like blacking out and then dreaming. I feel like a ghost. Nobody can hear me. I feel like I'm inside a little glass box. I can't feel anything. I'm basically numb.

Now I sit and stare at myself in my hospital bed. I'm extremely pale and my hair is a mess. There is a large tube that goes down my throat and a mask like thing that covers my face that is holding it there. I don't move and my heart isn't beating on its own. This image made me want to cry.

This whole experience was weird. I couldn't leave this room. It was like I was stuck. I couldn't force tears no matter how much I tried. I couldn't feel anything at all. I was stuck by myself.

I was sitting in the small chair in the corner of the room when I saw Karen all in. I nearly jumped to my feet.

"Karen?!" I Yelled. Then I realized she couldn't hear me.

She was walking slowly to my bed. Her face was red and wet. I wanted to apologize for everything and pull her into my arms,  it I couldn't.

She aS followed by a small red nosed Hailey. She looked at me like I was broken. Like it was her fault. I urged myself to move forward but I couldn't.

Hailey looked back toward the door. Curious so did I. Then he walked in. My heart raced in my chest

His face broke my heart. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was frowning. His face was red but held no tears. His eyes seemed to scan my body u til he reached my face. Then he collapsed.

My legs started moving and I was running towards him. I put my arm around his back and later my head on his shoulder.

"Weston..." I sighed into his shoulder. Tears were now falling down my cheeks.

When he let out a ear peircing scream I jumped back and slammed into the wall. People started circling around him.

"Weston!!" I was screaming.

They were hauling him to his feet. I tried following but I was stooped at the door. It was like running into an invisible glass wall. Tears were streaming down my face as I watched them lead Weston down the hall. I fell to the ground and let out a scream.

This wasn't fair. I wanted to be alive. I didn't want to be in this in between world where no one knows I'm here. I want to pull Weston Into my arms and tell him I'm alive. I love him so much and the thought of not ever getting to feel his touch again sent nausea rolling through me.

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I was now sitting in the corner again with my knees brought up to my chest. Tears stll fell down my cheeks. My tears weren't just for Weston though. I was slowly dying. Both of My parents were dead. What was the point of even being alive any more.

Weston. Weston was my point to be alive. What if he did love me?