I wanna feel weightless
Chapter 9
*Zack’s POV*
I can’t believe what just happened, this isn’t real it can’t be. After the letter was passed around and all the guys read it, I got it back and I kept reading it over and over. I can’t believe I killed her. It’s my fault. She’s dead because of me.
“its not your fault” Alex said.
Shit it must’ve said that out loud
“Yeah no one could see this coming.” Rian claimed
“It’s not your fault Zack, its mine. I should’ve known after all that crying last night and the cutting herself that she was not going to be able to handle being alone with only her mom.”
I cried even harder after hearing Jack say this, not only did I kill Lizzy, I killed the guys too. They would never be the same after this and it’s all my fault.
“So if you want I will drop y’all off but I’m going to see her anyway, just one last time before they get rid of her.”
I don’t know why Alex thought he was the only one that wanted to go but I quickly chimed in.
“Um… no I, uh, I want to go.”
After I said this the other two followed suit and we were on our way to the hospital. We were going to see her one last time, I mean, I saw her this morning but now I would see her… happy. She would finally be happy, no way for anyone to hurt her anymore. We pulled up to the hospital and one by one we sulked out of the car. We slowly made our ay into the hospital.
“May I help you?” the receptionist asked.
It bugged me that she was so cheery. She has no idea we lost our friend or that our lives are now completely different, she was still going to continue on in her life, happy and cheerful.
“Um, yeah, I don’t really know what it’s called, the morgue I guess, we need to visit our friend. She, uh, killed herself.” Alex mustered out
“What was her name?” she asked, not even phased by the fact that we are going to visit our dead friend.
“Elizabeth Thornton.” Me and Jack said.
“Oh.” She said more cheerful than before, if that was even possible.
“What?” Alex questioned annoyed.
“Your friend isn’t dead.”
“Oh my God, do not fuck with me lady” Jack said through the tears that resumed strolling down his face.
“She’s in room 361.”
As the last words slipped off her tongue, we ran, eager to see Elizabeth. We couldn’t even wait for the elevator; we just took the stairs to the third floor, running, racing. We stopped only for a brief moment to asked another lady where the room was, she pointed to the right and we were back to running again. We found Elizabeth’s room and walked in. She was connected to all kinds of machines, but she was still alive. We all hugged each other, glad we didn’t lose her. We found a doctor and he told us that they pumped Elizabeth’s stomach and she was going to be okay. He also mentioned that they would have to be keeping her on suicide watch for a couple of days. After those two days we could take her home. I just hope she wanted to come home.
I can’t believe what just happened, this isn’t real it can’t be. After the letter was passed around and all the guys read it, I got it back and I kept reading it over and over. I can’t believe I killed her. It’s my fault. She’s dead because of me.
“its not your fault” Alex said.
Shit it must’ve said that out loud
“Yeah no one could see this coming.” Rian claimed
“It’s not your fault Zack, its mine. I should’ve known after all that crying last night and the cutting herself that she was not going to be able to handle being alone with only her mom.”
I cried even harder after hearing Jack say this, not only did I kill Lizzy, I killed the guys too. They would never be the same after this and it’s all my fault.
“So if you want I will drop y’all off but I’m going to see her anyway, just one last time before they get rid of her.”
I don’t know why Alex thought he was the only one that wanted to go but I quickly chimed in.
“Um… no I, uh, I want to go.”
After I said this the other two followed suit and we were on our way to the hospital. We were going to see her one last time, I mean, I saw her this morning but now I would see her… happy. She would finally be happy, no way for anyone to hurt her anymore. We pulled up to the hospital and one by one we sulked out of the car. We slowly made our ay into the hospital.
“May I help you?” the receptionist asked.
It bugged me that she was so cheery. She has no idea we lost our friend or that our lives are now completely different, she was still going to continue on in her life, happy and cheerful.
“Um, yeah, I don’t really know what it’s called, the morgue I guess, we need to visit our friend. She, uh, killed herself.” Alex mustered out
“What was her name?” she asked, not even phased by the fact that we are going to visit our dead friend.
“Elizabeth Thornton.” Me and Jack said.
“Oh.” She said more cheerful than before, if that was even possible.
“What?” Alex questioned annoyed.
“Your friend isn’t dead.”
“Oh my God, do not fuck with me lady” Jack said through the tears that resumed strolling down his face.
“She’s in room 361.”
As the last words slipped off her tongue, we ran, eager to see Elizabeth. We couldn’t even wait for the elevator; we just took the stairs to the third floor, running, racing. We stopped only for a brief moment to asked another lady where the room was, she pointed to the right and we were back to running again. We found Elizabeth’s room and walked in. She was connected to all kinds of machines, but she was still alive. We all hugged each other, glad we didn’t lose her. We found a doctor and he told us that they pumped Elizabeth’s stomach and she was going to be okay. He also mentioned that they would have to be keeping her on suicide watch for a couple of days. After those two days we could take her home. I just hope she wanted to come home.
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