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The Only One
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Ongoing, First published Feb 09, 2014
"You need to leave." Carter snapped. All the other guys nodded in agreement. I started crying even harder.

        "But you guys are all I have left, your my family." I said between cries. "Your tearing this family apart, we were perfectly fine before you came along." Jack G spit.

      I looked towards Nash, Matt and Shawn. "Guys. Please." I pleaded towards them but they shook their heads. "Leave." Shawn confidently said. 

       "I love you guys." My voice cracked. "And we loved you." Nash said with no emotion in his voice. 

       I finally gave up, I grabbed my bags and slowly, painfully walked away. How can they all just dump me on the streets? Well actually I couldn't blame them, I messed up big time.

        "Hope. Hope. Hope." I heard someone behind me yell. I turned around to see the boy I just happened to fall in love with. The boy who treated me like I was The Only One in his world.
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It had been an hour since I had gotten the call that changed my life. It still hadn't hit completely hit me yet, probably because it was only 3 a.m. I wasn't crying like everyone was expecting me to be doing. I was just staring out of the window, watching the cars passing as we drove to the hospitial. "Where are we?" my six year old sister asked, finally waking up. "We're driving to the hospitial. You need to go back to sleep, Elizabeth," my dad told her. "Why are we going to the hospitial?" she asked. "Shawn was in a wreck," my mom said simply. "Arden's boyfriend Shawn?" she asked. "Yes," mom said. As the conversation between Elizabeth and my parents went on my breathing got faster and so did my heart. Now that I was hearing it being spoken to a six year old it seemed more real. But it couldn't be, I was going to wake up and everything was going to be fine. Shawn would fine. As we pulled into the hospital parking lot I was begging to wake up. I counted my fingers. 1. 2... 6. 7.. 10. I had ten fingers. I read somewhere that in dreams you have extra fingers. So this was real.