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I couldn't hear a word except my heartbeat, which was getting weaker every moment.

The smoke from car was making my breathing more difficult and the constant oozing of blood from the cuts on my arms were making me weak.

I could barely see what was going on in front of me.

Everything happened so fast. I don't even remember what exactly happened.

"Ahh!" I cried with pain when I tried to move my head to look at other side of the car.

My vision got blurrier.

I looked at Brit, her hair over her face - hiding it and her body falling on the steering wheel, only the seatbelt was keeping her in place.

After trying hard I built enough strength to unbuckle my seatbelt.

As I unbuckled myself my body collided with the dashboard where pieces of shattered mirror were lying.

Everything was damaged.

"Hey, Brit!" my voice was feeble as I called her.

As I spoke I unknowingly tasted my own blood. The metallic taste really made me puke.

"Brit!" I called her once again, hoping this time she'll reply.

No response came.

I shook her, but seemed like she was unconscious.

I saw blood dripping from her head.

I finally heard other sounds, sound of Ambulance and chattering of people.

Before I could do anything, everything in front of me started getting dark.

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"Bring this girl here." a doctor said to a guy and commanded, "take the other girl in the surgery ward, she's badly hurt."

Everything was happening so fast. My body was laid on a stretcher that kept on moving and seemed like it's moving to a never ending destination.

I looked at the ceiling, lights kept on passing, one after and other, but the stretcher didn't come to a halt.

I moaned with pain.

Before I knew it, I passed out once again.

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The constant beeping of ECG machine and the uneasy bed woke me up.

I opened my eyes in a dark room, covered with needles.

I was surely in a disgusting place - a hospital because I could smell the weird medicines and stuff.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I could barely move. I tried harder and removed a needle from my body.

There were cuts on my arms and a gauze was wrapped around my head and arms. I was wearing a long loosen shirt that moved up to my knees.

Why the hell I am here? It's the last place I want to be. I just hate hospitals. I hate being here. It makes me sicker being here.

Eventually, after some time I got up, but fell down once again.

Finally, sitting on the bed, I calmed down for a moment and tried to remember everything that happened.

I was in an accident and there was blood and--- BRIT!

Oh, my god! Is Brit okay? I want to know if she's alright.

My brain was processing nothing, but Brit.

'Please just be okay.' I repeated this mantra as I got up from the bed. Seems like wanting to know about Brit gave me enough strength to get up.

The room was dark and I could hardly see anything.

I searched my surrounding by moving my hands all around me.

I really fell down to the floor as I hit the side table. The things on the table made a noise as they hit each other.

A vase was about to go down and break, when I held it and positioned it back on the table.

I turned on the side lamp, illuminating the room with it's light.

I started walking on the cold floor without any shoes.

It wasn't the shoes I cared about, all I could think of at the moment was Brit.

I exited the room and started walking in hallway with no clue at all where I was going.

My gaze fell on someone familiar. Mom and dad were at a distance talking to someone.

Seeing them made me a little better. Knowing that there's someone here whom I know.

They saw me from a distance and came over to me before I could reach them.

"What are you doing outside, honey?" My mom asked with hard lines on her forehead. "You should be resting."

Before they would say anything, I asked them, "Where's Brit?"

"Honey, you should worry about yourself." Dad said as he reached to hold me. "You should rest."

"I don't want to be in this place. You know I hate hospitals."

"Okay, so we'll go home soon." Mom assured me. 

"I want to see Brit before I leave." I requested once again.

"You can see her anytime." mom said.

"No, I want to make sure if she's okay." I protested.

"She's okay."

Oh, Thank God!

"I want to see her."

"Honey, right now you need some rest."

"No, but I want to see her."

"You can't right now."

"Why? You said she was okay." I looked at my mom with a frown.

"Just not right now. Let her take some rest."

"Okay, I'll just look at her. I just want to see her." I argued.

"You can't." mom voice was a bit louder this time.

"Why? I'll see her myself." I started moving to the counter.

"Stop, Ava dear, please try to understand."

"You can't stop me from seeing my bestfriend."

"Stop!" mom yelled this time, making everyone look at her and staff warned her not to do that again.

She apologized and I started moving to the elevator.

"Ava, listen to me." Mom stopped me once again.

"Now what mom?" I asked a bit miffed.

She held my face in her warm hands.

"Believe me you don't want to go."

"Mom,---" I took her hands in mine and assured her, "I know you love, Brit, I'm not going to disturb her."

A tear fell from her eye. She opened her mouth to speak something, but closed it. It seemed like she couldn't say anything. Finally she told me, her voice trembling, "Brit-tney's gone."

"What do you mean by gone?" I jerked my hand away from my mom.

She wiped the tears on her cheeks, "Britney's died in the accident, Ava."

"Mom is this some kind of joke." I looked at her confusedly. "I know you know that I like jokes, but please mom, please tell me you're just joking to--- cheer me up."

She sobbed and shook her head, "No, I'm not joking."

"You're lying." I said as I felt cold shiver move throughout my body.

"The bus hit her side, she got a serious injury on her head." she told me and her each word felt like someone's stabbing me.

"No--- no, you're lying." I started shaking my head and I couldn't stop it.

Tears invaded my eyes and started dripping over my face. I couldn't breathe at all.

I fell on the cold ground and gaged my mouth with my own hand to keep the cry to myself.

I couldn't stop myself as I screamed.

My voice screeching through the whole hospital.

I grabbed my hair in my hands and shouted with all my might, thinking that it might make me feel better, "NO!"

No, Brit! No, you can't leave me.

"You're not allowed to leave." I screamed.

You can't leave me like this!

You can't!

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N e x t :
15th Chapter.

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