We finally arrive at the hospital, and cant seem to get myself to move out of the taxi for a second, scared to go in there. The mere thought of it even being remotely true scared the shit out of me. It can't be true, it can't be, was probably a mistake, right? Right.

"Thanks," I finally mumble, I can do this. The taxi driver says something but I am already out the taxi, barely shutting the door to the backseat and can't seem to process what it he had said before I had rushed out the taxi.

Brisk walking to the receptionist desk, I didn't miss the solemn aura this place gave. I tell the red head that I'm a Woodville, and I am here to see my family.

"Room 110 on the second floor for Mr. Woodville and for Liam Woodville, go to the Intensive care unit." She responds curtly.

"What about Maria and Christiana Woodville?" I ask, already scared to hear the answer.

Immediately I see the pity in her eyes and her brows crease like she was having an internal battle, I know what is coming next.

"I'm sorry, they didn't make it." She says monotonously, adding a barely present smile that is supposed to be comforting but has the exact opposite effect. How many times has she had to say that? To squash what little hope families of patients have?

I try to hold back the tears just like I have been doing since I saw the news, but this? This is too much. I can't stop them anymore, I let the sting  at the corner of my eyes birth tears. I let myself slip down the front of the desk. I let myself drown in the tears.

Mom is gone and she is not coming back, without a single warning. I wasn't even given the chance to say goodbye, or get a moment with her, just to see her breath and make her smile one last time. Couldn't death have at least spared little Christiana? I mean come on! She has barely lived.

"Sorry miss but you cannot sit there," I don't respond, my head aches right now and her banshee-like voice is making it worse.

"This is a public place, other patient's relatives need my assistance and that spot," I hear her say again but it all sounds like a mess to me and I just keep sobbing till it becomes painful to open my eyes.

"Miss I'm sorry but really you have to get up or I might have to call security,"

I feel like pouring all my frustration on her just to get her to shut the fuck up but I doubt my voice would help me out. I mean I can't exactly blame her, I am sitting right at the front of the now present line so it's perfectly logical to want me to leave. Bitch.

I slowly drag myself up and try to suck it up the best I could. Yeah right! Harder than it sounds, it's not possible to just suck it up when someone who meant everything to you just dies. Heartless fucking bitch.

I eventually succeed in dragging myself from the floor and head to the elevator and in a few seconds find myself standing on the second floor. I am hesitant though, I don't think I can handle any more bad news.

I stand in the grey covered hallway for minutes trying to gather enough courage to keep going. I eventually do and try to locate the room number 110, even with the tears still blocking my vision.

I see dad there with all sorts of machines around him and I just can't imagine the amount of pain he is going through. I can't bare to see him this way, he doesn't deserve this.
I just keep peering through the glass, my 'courage' wasn't enough to enter that room. I begin walking backwards till I am far enough not to choke on the waves of sadness coming at me from seeing such a good person in such pain.

Liam!

I ask the nurse that passes by for directions to the ICU. I watch my dad for a few more minutes and I'm glad to see he is breathing at least, even though it looks labored. There is still hope.

I head towards the ICU following the nurse's directions and what I see dissolves what little joy I got from seeing dad breathing.

There on a hospital bed, lies Liam looking nothing like the Liam I've known all my life, surrounded by doctors and nurses trying to get a reaction out of him.

There on that bed lay a ragged doll version of Liam, this is the last straw! I just let go of all the stiffness in my shoulders, all the thoughts of everything would be fine. Everything is not fine!

Why me?? Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do wrong? Why wasn't I there with them?

I cry on the floor for what felt like hours, too weak to think or even stand back up. I curl up into a ball on one of the walls of the hallway. I need my best friend, I need Lena. Why didn't I call her before coming here? I feel so, alone.

Suddenly, I see different footsteps walking across the hallway, some of them coming out of Liam room, temporary room. I get up hoping to hear I still have my half with me, but, the looks I get tell me what I was too scared to even consider. He's gone too?! I rush into the room then.

"Liam? Liam? Liam?! stop this Liam! I know you're awake, please be awake! Liam!" I scream.

"Liam you got me, you're the king of pranks, please Liam don't do this," I could feel my voice cracking but I didn't care.

"Liam I am begging you, don't do this!" My throat starts to feel clogged, making my words sound croaked.

"Liam I know you can hear me! You have to hear me! Liam!" Sob.
"Liam please, wake.up" I'm shaking his body now, maybe he can't hear me because he's been made to lie so stiffly on the bed but still, nothing.

"Fucking wake up dammit!" Sob.

"Okay okay Liam! You've got me, Liam! I'm begging you, I'd do anything, just please..." I couldn't stop hearing the beeping noises, everything sounds too loud, stop talking!

"...don't leave me," I whisper close to his neck, trying to hold on to his motionless body that is starting to lose the warmth I had always seem to be addicted to, but I couldn't. I could feel my head throbbing and I finally let myself fall to the ground besides his bed when I get no reaction.

I can't breathe, I feel like a beast has its claws on my throat. I just lay there, on my back, staring at the ceiling, defeated, crushed, lost.

'I've lost everything' is my last thought before I embrace the darkness.

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I wake up to the sound of two hushed voices, probably Liam and Mom making a plan to get me to wake up, Haha, I'd like to see what they have planned this time; nothing happens.

I open my eyes and I am instantly punished by a blinding light, I immediately close and reopen them, this time slowly, I never sleep with my curtains open.

I look around and realize this is not my room and neither of those people are Liam nor Mom.

Soon the events of earlier flood my mind and I began tearing up again.
It was a sick dream, a really terrible nightmare; I try telling myself, but I know deep down, I'm just in denial. They really are gone. Forever. I can feel the dampness I've gotten familiar with. This is the worst day of my life.

"Sweetie you have to try to relax, you just fainted, we don't want that to happen again now, do we?" He looks at me softly as he calls the nurse I assume he was talking to earlier.

If only he knows how I feel at the moment, he would inject me to death and free me from this burning ache in my chest. But he doesn't, so, I just stay quiet.

"How's my dad doing?" I can't even recognize my own voice. He looks reluctant at first, then.

"I'm sorry, he couldn't make it, we tried all we could, but, he suffered a hemorrhage to the brain and internal bleeding, he was brought in too..." I had already stopped listening.

Why did I even bother asking. Those words keep haunting me, 'couldn't make it', I am tired of constantly hearing them.

I immediately stand up and start heading outside, I can hear them yelling for me to come back but I can't seem to stop. I just keep walking, to my death? Maybe.

I don't know but, I don't care either. There's nothing left for me here anymore.

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So that's it, the second chapter, I feel so sorry for Leo😪😪.

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Nita.