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"I know that you've been taught to always be resilient in the face of tragedy, and never to whimper at the sign of blood. And I know that you've been conditioned to understand pain in all of its miserable forms, and how it can be tolerated upon your body as far as your mind allows. But what is it that you've experienced in your life to make you believe that your heart deserves to endure all that it has? What is it that has turned your soul into a hollow void that others fear to explore? What I've been dying to know is it that I can do to make you feel whole again?"
- Connotativewords | jl | I've been dying to help you feel alive again.

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Luke's Point Of View

"Hold on." I climb off of Ashton's piggyback ride off stage as my phone starts to ring in the back pocket of my jeans.

I move to the side so people can pass through in the narrow hallway, looking down at the phone screen. The number flashing on the screen isn't a saved user and I don't recognise it either.

Maybe it's the restaurant I'm taking Sierra too.

Praying that it's not a fan who has gotten ahold of my number, I click the green button.

"Hello?" I push the sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead and walk a couple of feet away from the crowd so I can hear more clearly.

"Hi. Is this Luke Hemmings?" A man asks from the other end of the line, his tone a little panicked.

"Who wants to know?" I ask, frowning.

"I'm Jamie. Jamie Jackwall. I'm Ana's fiancée." The adrenaline rush I had from stage rises some more and my face starts to burn with anger.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spit out.

"I need you to meet me at the Hill Hospital as soon as you can." He explains, rushing his words.

"I don't know you. I have never met you. So no, I will not come meet you anywhere. Don't fucking call me again." I go to hang up but Jamie shouts into the phone.

"Wait! Please wait! It's Ana, she's asking for you. She was in an accident. Please, I need you to come here as soon as you can. I know you don't owe me anything or her but please. I'm begging you."

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Sierra's Point Of View

I hear a door bang closed loudly nearby and the sudden jolt forces me to open my eyes. It's still dark. I open my eyes and see nothing. Did they do something to my eyes?

No please no.

I'm lying on the hard ground and I start to struggle, pulling at the restraints tied around my wrists and ankles.

"Help! Somebody, please help me!" I howl, praying someone nearby could hear me. I bang my shoulder against something hard and pain sears through my shoulder blades. "No, no, no please help me!" I scream even louder but it's muffled by something.

I start to feel a tightness around my neck and my fingers grab at a sack that is over my head. Panic starts to set in at a deadly speed and I struggle with the ropes. "Please! Get this off my face please! help me!" I scream but the hard material of the sack gets sucked into my mouth every time I breathe in.

"Shut up you little whore!" A man with a heavy lisp shouts, kicking at my side. I bend over in pain, howling as the pain rips through my hip bones and spreads to my back at an unbearable speed.

"I haven't done anything. Please, just let me go and you can have all the money and the cards in my bag please." I moan painfully into the cold grainy floor but the man doesn't reply.

I brace myself for another blow, curling myself up into a ball on the hard floor.

What is happening? Oh god.

Footsteps start coming towards me and a whimper leaves my lips but I force myself to not make any audible sounds.

"Is she the one?" Another rough voice asks the man with the lisp.

Footsteps come closer to me and one of them drags me up by the arm, gripping on it painfully.

"Tell us dearest. Are you Miss Sierra McKinnon?" The man with the lisp asks harshly in my ear. Something in my head clicks and I recognise his voice for a moment but the thought is lost when he tugs at my hair painfully, possibly getting out an entire chunk of it.

Shivers of pain start running down my spine and my hands start to shake behind my back. "W—why? Do you want t—to know?"

"Just answer the question you bloody bitch!" The man shakes me furiously, clamping down on my shoulders and pushing me down onto my knees. Granite scrapes at my knees and I bend over painfully.

"Yes—I...I am."

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Luke's Point of View

I run through the doors of the exit and fly down the stairs, kicking the metal door open and bursting into the alleyway.

How the fuck am I going to get to Upper East Side? The battery on my phone flashes bright red at me when I check the time, the charge has drained to one percent. Great timing.

"Fuck!" I kick at a crushed can on the ground and look around me. I see a couple of girls pass under the streetlights, singing loudly and I quickly duck, covering my head with my jacket so they don't see me. I walk in the opposite direction and come into a wide car park where there is a line of people from the show waiting for taxis.

A bunch of fans are about to pile into a taxi when I run towards them. "You guys! I'm sorry but I really need this one." I rush.

The girls start to shriek and cameras start to go off. "Luke! It's Luke Hemmings!" I wave at them and quickly climb into the car, banging the door closed behind me. "Go, go!" I order the taxi driver and he steps on the gas.

"You one of those celebrities?" The man at the wheel asks, looking at me through his mirror.

I interrupt him, not in the mood for small talk. "Take me to Hill Hospital. It's on the upper east side."

"I know my way around, boy. Been doing this for forty-eight years." He coughs and turns up the radio.

I ball my hands into fists on my knees and put my head on the back of the seat in front of me.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I mutter to myself, realising for the first time in the last ten minutes that I didn't tell Sierra and she must be freaking out waiting for me to come pick her up for our date.

I swipe at my phone to give her a call but the piece of metal crap doesn't turn on.

"Do you have a charger?" I ask the driver.

"If you were nicer to me in the beginning, I would've given you one." He bellows loudly.

"Do you fucking have one or not?" I pull out cash from my wallet and throw it onto the seat next to him.

"Keep your money, rich boy. My 'ol baby here will blow up your sleek thingamajig if ya so much as plug it." He huffs with laughter and steps on the break all of a sudden, honking loudly at another car in traffic.

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Sierra's Point Of View

"What do you want from me?" I ask silently. One of the men stomped away after tying my back to a metal pole. No matter how much I begged, they wouldn't take the sack off my face and so I decide to keep my eyes closed.

I know the man with the lisp is nearby, I can smell the weed he is smoking. He is the one that called me yesterday. Only if I had told someone...

My blood hasn't stopped rushing, my head and my body are throbbing with pain and I want to scream and scream as loud as I can but I don't. Instead, I fight off my panic attack by forcing myself to picture Luke's face, his beautiful smile and his blue eyes that took so much time to start shining again on their own. Him sitting in my kitchen in the mornings with his light hair ruffled while he scarfs down stacks of waffles I made him.

Tears escape my closed eyelids and I try to tell myself everything will be alright. Someone must be looking for me. I'm sure Luke came back and found me gone.

I breathe in through my nose and breathe out through my mouth, fighting the oncoming panic.

My mind can't fail me at this moment. Please, don't fail me. If I lose my mind I might as well be dead.

A mobile phone starts ringing loudly nearby and I register it as mine. "Luke." I gasp, pulling at my hands but the rope just slices deeper into my skin. I feel the blood dribble down my wrist and travel down my fingers, dripping onto the floor.

You will be alright. You will be alright. You will be alright.

The man stands up and I hear him walk towards my phone. I start to beg him to give it to me but instead, I hear a large thud as he throws the phone. The metal connects with a hard surface, the shattering of glass as it hits the floor and goes silent sends another wave of panic through my body.

I try to pull apart my legs to see if I can loosen the rope tied around my ankles but my body is too weak.

Think Sierra. Think.

I slide my knees up slowly and press my back into the pole, slowly gliding myself up to a standing position. A wave of pain shoots through my side and I buck, banging my head painfully on the metal pole.

"I have done nothing!" I finally scream, anger and fear fueling me.

"If I have to tell you to keep quiet one more time, all your pretty boy will get to see again is your pale, bloodied dead body do you understand dearest?" The man spits at me, his foul breath seeping through the sack covering my head.

I grit my teeth. "At least tell me what the fuck you want with me!"

"I would tell you. But these were orders. We only do what we are told. We never question our leader and I don't betray the person that feeds my family." The man spits again and I hear him walk away this time before I can say anything.

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Luke's Point Of View

Even before the taxi driver can stop in front of the entrance to the emergency ward of the hospital, I jump out of the moving car, shouting at him behind me to keep the change.

I run in past the security and into the busy lobby. Looking around, all I see are people and more people, I look for any sign of Ana but don't see anyone I know. A woman nearby starts to wail, clutching onto a doctor that just gave her the bad news.

"Fuck, excuse me." I push through the line of people to get to the reception. "I'm looking for someone." I quickly tell the nurse who is talking on the phone.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you have to wait in line just like the others." He smiles at me and goes back to his phone call.

I reach over the reception desk and cut off his phone line. "Hey! What?! Security!" He yells and people turn their heads to see what is going on.

"Where the fuck can I find Ana Sacoma? She was brought in here." I yell back in his face as a police officer nearby steps towards me.

"Can I help you with something Sir?" The officer puts a hand on my shoulder but I shrug it off with a glare.

"Yeah. I'm looking for my girlfriend...No, my ex...ex-girlfriend. Ana. She was brought in here and her fiancée called me and I need to know where the hell she is!"

"Luke?" A small figure comes to a stop next to me, blonde hair a mess under a red beanie.

"Jillian?" I blurt out as she quietly looks from me to the officer and then motions at me to follow her. I turn away from the police officer and go after her.

"What is this about?" I ask Ana's best friend as she leads me through a maze of hallways.

"I don't know. Jamie called me too." She points and comes to a halt in front of a guy leaning against the wall with his head in his hands.

"Jamie." Jillian puts a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at us, his face red with worry and tears. I have only ever seen him in the magazines and basketball games that Ashton watches from time to time but I know that the guy is always smirking. This was a weird look for him.

Jamie pushes off the wall, extending his hand to me. "You must be Luke. It's nice to meet you." He gives me a weary smile.

I hesitate but take his hand anyway. "Why did you call me?" I ask him, looking around the sterile hallways of the hospital.

"Ana was in a car accident. They want to take her up to surgery immediately but she keeps struggling. She told me to leave and she keeps asking for you. Please just—"

The door behind Jamie opens and four nurses walk out, wheeling a bed behind them. The person on the bed is red. All I see is red. Blood, blood, and more blood. There is a piece of sharp metal protruding from the person's thigh and there is white gauze covering most of the burnt chest and forehead. Third-degree burns cover the entire body and moans of pain resonate into my ears.

"We have to take her up now. If I keep her any longer she will die here." A woman in a white coat announces but the breath is knocked out of me when I see the person on the bed is a female. A female with brown hair matted with blood.

That shade of brown...

"Ana?" I croak out and the nurses stop wheeling the bed a few feet away from me.

Her burnt face turns to look at me and her eyes frantically move from side to side trying to locate my voice, her arms twitching at her sides.

"She has already lost feeling in both of her legs. Please, we really need to take her to surgery."

I walk towards the bed, my feet weighed down by lead. All the noises around me come to a halt. "I'm here, Ana." I hear myself say as I look down at her and she finally stops struggling when she sees me.

Jamie says something and the doctor lifts the oxygen mask slightly away from Ana's face so she can talk. Her lips move, opening and closing as she gasps for air.

My organs twist inside my body, an unbearable pain in my chest. I quickly find her fingers in the mess of gauze and hook my fingers through hers. "I'm here. You're going to be fine." I whisper, hoping it comforts her but she twitches her arms again.

"Don't try to talk Ana." The doctor warns and lowers the oxygen mask again but Ana shakes her head, telling her to take it off again. Ana tries again, opening and closing her mouth but nothing comes out except her wheezing for air.

"Her blood pressure is dropping Dr. Sanders." A nurse announces nearby.

Ana closes her eyes and opens them again like she is gathering strength. Her fingers wrap around mine ever so lightly and she squeezes them.

Her lips form two words and she squeezes my finger one last time before her eyes roll far back into her head. The monitors connected to her body start beeping loudly and a nurse pushes me out of the way, the rest of them quickly wheeling her bed away.

I stand there against the wall, unable to get the air circulating through my lungs. Eyes wide, I stare at the spot her mangled face was in just a second ago.

"Forgive me." She said.

Forgive me.