Brayden was standing still. Didn't look like he was breathing either.

"May I ask why you have a lot of pictures of me?"

"Uh look see I can explain."

"You better do a lot of freakin explaining."

I go throw myself on his bed. This was feeling weird. Way to weird. I didnt want to feel weird and awkward around him.

"Uhm.."

"Well start explaining Brayden."

"See it goes like this."

"Yeah? Keep talking douche. Why do you have a lot of pictures of me?"

"I like you." he mumbles.

"What? I didn't hear that."

"I like you." He says a little bit louder.

"What? I didn't catch that."

"I said I like you!" he screams this time.

"Oh is that why you were stalking me and taking pictures of me?"

He didn't have time to answer that cause my phone went off.

I look down and see 'SnickerS' flashing on the screen.

"This better be urgent Candy. I'm in the middle of something."

"Tylers in the hospital."

I hung up and ran out of the room. Brayden stopped me on the stairs.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Tylers in the hospital. Lets go."

We run the rest of the way and hopped in his car. The hospital was on the other side of town.

We sped the whole way there. I'm surprised we didn't get pulled over.

I was worried about Tyler. What could have landed him in the hospital? So much had happened here. Moms wedding was approaching fast to. I was dreading it.

Peeling into the parking lot, we hopped out and ran into the tall double doors.

Candy was waiting for us with Travis. Without saying a word she leads us to the elevator. Noone talked so it was an awkward ride.

The ding brings us all back. We walk quickly to Tylers room and stop when the doctor holds out his hands.

"One at a time. He needs rest."

"How is he?" I asked for all of us.

"Critical condition. Not a big chance that he will make it. One of you go on in."

They all look at me. I didn't really want to go in there but I had to see for myself.

Walking in took my breath away. He looked so...dead. He was white and they had pushed his hair out of his face. He didn't look like the Tyler I knew.

Walking closer I see scratches on his arms. All perfectly in a line. I knew what they were. Tyler, was a cutter. I never knew that but it explains why he wore long sleeves a lot.

But I wonder why?

I sit down beside him and take his hand. He shifts slighty but doesn't wake up. Will he ever? What happened to him? Did Amber have something to do with this?

None of my questions were being answered.

I never knew what to say to people that where like this. All I could think of was..

"I'm sorry we never went on a date." I sat there quietly after that. Just staring at him. Behind the scars I still see him being beautiful as he was. I know its weird to call guys beautiful but that's what he is.

"Your beautiful,"I whispered, "If you wake up il change for you if you want me to."

I wasn't expecting him to wake up so when his eyes fluttered open I was surprised.

"Tyler? Can you hear me?" I say, sitting up straighter.

"Teddy. I've always liked you. But I have to go see Amber now."

His eyes shut once more and the machine went crazy. I hurry and pressed the doctor button.

Medics came pouring in and shoving me out of the way. They were yelling at eachother for stuff. And then nothing. Tyler had gone. It was so strange being here. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I couldnt stay here much longer. I know we didn't have much but his last words shook me. To the core.

I ran out with tears running down my cheeks and bumped into Brayden. He envelopes me in a hug.

"What happened? What's wrong?"

"He's dead. Tylers dead." I was crying worst then I ever had before. I hated death. Ever death was to tragic for me to handle. It was my weak spot.

Leaving Brayden, I ran out on them. Out on death. I couldn't be here. No, Not anymore.

I was leaving.