My life is slowly inching away. I can't do this. My chest is killing me, literally. I can't feel my legs, my body, my anything.

I think me and Michael are in the ambulance, but I can't tell anything.

My eyes are half closed, and I'm lying down. I think my head's on Michael's lap. I think I can just about feel him stroking my hair, telling me that everything will be alright.

I'm looking up, as, lying down, that's my view when I look straight ahead.

I hope Rachel's happy with herself. She might just be worse than Daniel. Only in the way that she hid her true self, whereas Daniel made his very clear. I'd rather be hurt by the truth than unharmed with a lie. That's always been my way of life.

I still can't believe Daniel's dead. It's shocking. But right now, I'm concentrating on trying not to duplicate that.

I can barely speak, but I let out a few little groans of pain every so often. Whenever I do so, Michael cradles me close to him.

"Everything will be alright," he promises for the millionth time tonight.

It's almost midnight. It must be like, 11:30pm or something. I don't know. I'm starting to relax a little more now, but I'm still not alert to anything, and I'm still in pain that hurts worse than I've ever known anything hurt before.

I groan once again.

"You'll be alright, baby," Michael tells me again.

I try to nod my head, but I can't move. I'm motionless. I hate it.

I open my mouth to try and get any kind of words out.

"M.. Michael.." I manage to say.

Michael's crying like mad. He looks down at me, drying his tears to make it seem like he isn't upset.

"Baby, you're gonna be alright. Don't worry about anything. It's just a.. It's just a bullet," he stutters towards the end of his speech from lack of ideas on what to say.

I lift my hand slowly and look up to him. He smiles down at me. I place my hand on his cheek and force a smile.

"M-Michael.. don't try and.. pretend that everything will be.. ok.. I'm gonna die, I know.. I can't hold on anymore.. I
it's taking too much.." I breathe heavily as I speak.

Michael's eyes fill with tears and one stray tear drops onto my face. It feels nice, warm, gentle. And it's Michael's tear. He's crying for me. He strokes my face.

"You can let go if you want to, sweetie.." he cries quietly. I sigh, my breathing shallow.

"I love you," he tells me.

"I love.. you more.." I say.

A tear falls from his eye as he cradles me once again.

"I love you most. Always and forever, there'll never be anyone else but you. Not ever."

Those are the last words I hear before the world goes black. I can't do this anymore.. I hope I wake back up when everything's ok again.

But until then.. I'm done.

*Michael's POV*

"I love you most. Always and forever, there'll never be anyone else but you. Not ever."

Those are the last words she hears from me before she's gone. The nurses riding in the back of the ambulance with me rush over to try and resuscitate her, doing everything they can.

But by now, my world has collapsed. My world has ripped apart. I'm dizzy, I feel sick. My head is spinning.

My baby girl, the reason I live, is gone.

At least, for now. I think she's still breathing, but the shallowness doesn't indicate anything good right now. All I want is for her to be ok. Anyone in this world could replace her now, just as long as she lives.

I realise how cruel that sounds, but I'm that desperate. I just want her to live, that's all I care about.

"Mr. Jackson, would you like some time alone?" one nurse asks me.

I nod my head.

"Please," I say, before the nurses leave me be with Becky.

They've tried resuscitating her, and she's breathing. But it's shallow. Very shallow.

She's unconscious, but she's alive. As much as I'm happy about that, it might not be for long.

I take a hold of her cold, white hand. I look at her pale face, tears filling my eyes. The only movement we're making is from the ambulance occasionally tipping us off balance when it goes over a speed bump or something.

The sirens are blaring, my heart is beating like lightning. But somehow, it seems like there's an eerie silence, no sound apart from our shallow breathing.

"Becky.. just know I love you. You're my world, my entire life. Fight all you can. I know I said you could let go, but I don't want you to. It would break me. I think I'd wanna die if I knew you weren't coming back. If you go forever, I think I will, too.. please get that fight out of you. I know you can, you've proved that so far, attacking me when we first met, attacking Daniel, all this bad stuff we've done together.. I know you can do it."

My voice turns to a gentle giggle at the memories we've had of the last year and a bit. All of them are memories to remember. And I won't ever forget any of them.

I stroke Becky's hair once more, waiting for her to wake up again. That's if she does. She better do.

I feel like my life depends on her awakening.

(Author's note: yeah, it was a shorter chapter, BUT, Michael's first point of view in the story! What do you think of that😏anyway, I'm gonna make the chapter longer next time!)