A tear slipped out, rolling down my cheek as I hit the hard cement. I heard gasps from people and sirens in the distance, the feeling of pain building in my body as I could barely move. "Tr-Travis..." 

The last word I said...

The last breath I took...

..

..

Or so I thought..

Slowly, I awakened to this hell, but I wasn't in my room or in the house I shared with Travis. My body hurt as I looked around. I was in a hospital bed, a heart monitor beeping slowly. I saw Travis sitting beside me, asleep in one of the chairs."T-Travis..?" I slowly said, my voice hoarse. He didn't seem to hear me, tears slowly starting to build up in my eyes.

"Why?!" I thought, tears spilling out. "Why can't I just die?! This hell isn't worth living for!" I looked up at the ceiling. "God, why didn't you just let me die?!" I whispered, angry at myself... even though I knew I shouldn't of been. This, to me and everyone around me, was a miracle, but I just didn't know it at the moment.

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Travis would always be at work for a few hours, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I would always be board, baking stuff or cleaning. I would usually get teased by Gene for being gay, it would make me mad and sometimes a fight would break out between us, someone having to break it up. (Yes, in this, Gene is a homophobe...NO HATE PLEASE! I AM A PANSEXUAL, SO NO, I DON'T HATE ON ANYONE'S SEXUALITY!) 

I stare out the window, waiting for Travis to come home when I suddenly hear a crash. Before I could take action and figure out what's going on, I felt a bag go over my head, along with something hard hitting my head. I fell to the ground, darkness filling up my vision as I blacked out.

(SHORT CHAPTERS! WOOOO!)