Beep, Beep, Beep.

The torturous sound echoed through the silent room, the slight shuffling of patient’s outside the door the only other sound around me.

My hand gripped the slightly cold one tighter, wrapping my nimble fingers closer around his.

“Rayne,” Mrs Walter whispered, “It’s been almost five months honey.” She spoke, her voice catching at the end. Her feet scuffed against the vinyl floor as she took the seat next to me, but my eyes never wavered from his face.

“I know.” My voice was only just audible as I replied. Of course I knew. I’ve been at his side every night until I finished school, without him. I was here every day since, never straying too far in hope that he was wake up and smile at me, laugh at one of my ridiculous jokes or ask if a new book had been written in one of his beloved series.

I’m sorry.

“It’s time sweetie.” Mr Walters voice spoke up as he walked through the hospital door, the patients noise dying down as the door slammed closed.

“No.” I spat out, my head snapping to Tim’s father, watching as he hung his head, eyes focused on the unconscious boy laying quietly in the hospital bed, who’s life my worst enemy has destroyed.

Thorn was evil.

I don’t know who he is, what he wants and more importantly, I don’t know what he is, but next time he magically appears, he will pay.

I won’t fear him this time.

“It’s not your choice, Rayne.” Mr Walter announced sadly, his large hand landing on my shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. Reassuring my ass.

Tim had been in a coma for the past five months, his heart beat continuously steady, breathes even. Only once had it increased, only once had the doctors flurried in so quickly to see what the almighty roar was. It was the day I had woken up, only a week after the crash.

I was confused apparently, as anyone would be after waking up in a hospital, the endless beeps, the sterile smell, it wasn’t a great sit to wake up too. My mum was in tears of course; her head lead against mine on the pillow, tears soaking into the light blue cotton. She all but squealed when I shifted trying too comfort her, although I didn’t exactly know why I was trying to make her feel better.

She never left my side that day. Hands always running around my face, her eyes trying not to linger away from my own for more than a second, almost like I was going to disappear, go back into my unconscious state. I was glad of that, for when they told me Tim was in critical condition, my own heart rate hit the roof.

I screamed, I cried, I shook as I tried to free myself from all the cables around me, IV’s, a heart monitor, even a bag for my pee, I tried to rip them all off. The doctors fled in, telling me not too move, that I couldn’t go and see Tim, but I was determent.

I got that from my mother.

I remember them all sighing, coming over an unhooking me from the vast amount of medical cables that surround me. My mother had held my hand straight away, as soon as I had stood up. I was unsteady, but that didn’t matter, with aid of my mum, I stumbled to Tim’s room, only a few doors down.

I didn’t cry when I saw him, I didn’t allow myself too. I just went and held his hand, not caring that his parents where trilling around me, apparently pleased I was awake.

I was sure they hated me. I was the sole reason their son was lying in this bed, practically dead to the world. But they thought it was the trucks fault, that the truck was to blame. But they didn’t know it was being controlled by him, by Thorn.

It didn’t matter though, even the slightest inch of hate they had for me almost turned to pure delight as Tim’s heart began raging, it fluttered so high, that I thought it was a hummingbirds wing. The hand that I held onto Tim’s seemed to tighten, making that heart rate begin to increase further.

The doctors came in at that point, squeals of delight turning to agony as they scooted me out the way, only to find out this pulled his heart rate back down to steady.

It was agony for all of us.

I’d like to think that his change that day was due to me, but that was selfish. I was selfish. If I had never talked to him, never fallen for him, Thorn would have never have paid attention to him. Tim would have been safe, he would have been breathing on his own, not with the help of a machine.

It was all my fault.

“Rayne?” Mr Walters voice, intruded on my thoughts, his eyes focusing in on something along my face. Bringing my hand up I wiped against my cheek, it squeaked along my cheekbone as I wiped a waterfall of tears away.

I had cried.

Not once had I cried in front of his parents. I had never broken down.

Ever.

“Yes?’ I croaked out, looking away from his questioning stare, the heart monitor taking my attention, still a steady rate. Sighing, I looked over at Mrs Walter, watching me, her own eyes rimmed with red. So I wasn’t the only one that had been crying.

“We are going to talk to a doctor now.” She announced, standing up quickly and rushing form the room, only stopping to glance back at her unconscious son.

“I’m sorry Rayne.” Was all Mr Walter said as he too disappeared from the room, and from my eyes sight.

I’m sorry Rayne?

Sorry?

“No!” I bellowed as I flung myself up from the chair, their sentences making sense in my head. I span round the door, my shoes clanging against the vinyl as I sprinted in the direction that Tim’s parents had went. “You can’t!” I screamed, “You just can’t!”

No way where they going to turn of his life support machine. No. Way.

I sprinted around another corner, and then another, the looks the patients and visitors gave me was one of sorrow. The crash was big news in the hospital, so many flowers had been sent to us, from people we didn’t even know. They supported us.

But not now.

Not as they were going to destroy Tim’s life.

“You’ve got to stop!” I shouted, one last time, rushing round yet another corner and coming to a screeching halt. “No.” I whispered in disbelief.

There must have been hundreds of people down one corridor; all clustered together, heads down, chattering. Stropping, I screeched bring my hands to my head. I had lost them; this was it, the end. Spinning around I began running back to Tim’s room, they couldn’t turn off his life support machine if I was next to him, they couldn’t, it wouldn’t be right. What felt like hours of running and millions of corners I arrived at his room, swinging the door open with a loud bang.

“Hello, sunshine.” An eerie voice sneered.

Hell no.

I looked over at the large frame towering over Tim, the horrifying difference between Thorn and the ill boy beneath him. It mad Tim looked like he was already dead.

He soon will be, Thorn laughed in my head.

“Step. Away. From. Him.” I slowly growled, almost crouching as I walked towards the dark man, the looks of pure joy were written all over his face, his hands clenching around a small tube.

“Make me.” He chuckled, quickly blowing a strand of stray hair away from his face, his never-ending blue eyes staying locked on mine. He twisted the cord in his hand and an erratic beep began loudly. Tim’s heart monitor lurched, and every time Thorn twisted the tube, his heart fluctuated.

“Stop it!” I screamed, running towards him, my hands clawing at nothing. I shrieked.

Over here, sunshine.

I span towards the heart monitor, Thorns fingers tapping impatiently at the red button that dominated the whole machine, the machine that was attached the life support.

“You monster!” I growled out, lunging for him before I suddenly found myself pinned to the opposite wall, my breath catching in my throat as I stared on to see Thorn hadn’t t moved an inch. How?

“Monster?” he cheered, a coy smirk lifting on his lips, eyes zoning in on my hands as they clawed at my neck, trying to remove the invisible force tat was choking my air supply. “You’re the monster, sunshine.”

My eyes began watering, not enough oxygen was making its way into my body, I was going to die before Tim, and then Thorn was going to destroy him.

“Don’t be silly.” I laughed, “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Pri-ick.” I seethed out through every last breath, the invisible force, tightening around my neck. I watched as Thorn rolled his eyes.

“You are the reason he’s going to die, sunshine,” Hi continued, finally leaving the machine behind, giving me some sort of chance, if I could make it over there I could some how protect Tim. Thorn snorted. “You can’t. You can’t do anything, not even saving your precious little boy.” He snarled.

“You’re sick.” I retched out, his face now only inched from mine. I watched the shock look play on his face, his eyebrows knitting together before his eyes solidified.

“Maybe I am.” He stated, monotone, bringing something up to my face. It took moments before my eyes focused on the object. A tube.

Tim’s tube.

I shrieked as the force almost choked me right there and then, my eyes blurring so much that I thought the world was just an array of colours, but somehow in the mix of it all, my eyes still managed to focus in on Thorns hands as they ripped it effortlessly in two.

The beeping intensified, Thorns laugh intensified, and my own screams intensified.

Then everything fell silent, my erratic heart the only sound that echoed around the room. He killed him, Thorn had actually killed him, he had stopped his support, and he stopped Tim’s heart.

“Hah, maybe I am a monster.” Thorn laughed, before finally the force threw me, the air ripping its way into my lungs.

I hit the ground with a thump, my rasped intake of breath breaking though the agony of the fall, but I didn’t care, I whirled around ready to throw a fight at Thorn, but he had vanished, again. I let out a scream, scrambling up to Tim’s lifeless body, his hands lying limply by his side.

It was my fault.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, giving his pale, lifeless body a small kiss on the forehead “so sorry.”

This was my entire fault.

The tears began to flow again as I thought of how I failed Tim. I couldn’t save him, not from the truck, nor from Thorn, but really, I couldn’t save him from myself. I had ultimately destroyed him.

Me, myself and I.

I, Rayne Blake, am a failure.

So I did what any failure would do.

I ran.

Past Tim’s parents, who were just about to walk into Tim’s hospital room.

Past the doctors, questioning what on earth was going on.

I ran past my house, not stopping to tell my mother where I was going.

I just ran.

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Umm...oops?!

Sorry about this guys.

You know I love you right? But it was going to happen, right?

Now we can get to the fun stuff.

Thoughts? Preferably ones not about killing me.

Ellie :)

P.s - Dedicated To Kay because she has so many great books that you need to check out!