Chapter 18

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Alex's POV:

It took me less then five minutes to make my way to the infirmary, after all, it was an easy route to remember. Especially when you have walked it every day for the last three years.

I slowly wandered through the blinding white hallways, stopping at my door. The annoying squeal of beeps echoed in my ears as I entered the room.

Beep...beep...beep

My body looked even worse than it did the last time I came in here, and that's saying a lot.

I took a shakey breath and sat on the edge of my hospital bed, staring down at the lump of flesh lying before me.

"Listen. I know I've done this a thousand times and it never worked...but please! Please Alex you have to wake up." I cried, staring down at my body.

Nothing.

"God damn it just wake up all ready!!!!" I screamed, lunging for the thing lying in front of me. But like always, I just passed through him and out the other side of the bed. I didn't bother getting up. I just laid there, tears pouring down my face.

"Please." I whimpered. Why can't I wake up? Why did this have to happen to me? Why?!!! How is it even possible for things like this to even happen? How can you be fine one second and then boom, your lying on a hospital bed and they are telling your sister you may never wake up again. They don't even try to help, they just label it as an unfortunate accident and stuff tubes down your throat.

I don't want this. I want to live a normal life....I want to be alone again. I want to be able to tell my sister I'm sorry for always being so mean and that I love her. I want to be able to talk to my friends again and eat my favorite foods.

I curled myself into a ball and let it out. I cried and cried until it hurt. My chest felt like someone stabbed a knife through my heart. My eyes where to heavy to hold up anymore, so I let them fall. I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to be happy and keep Echo safe, but I can't. How am I supposed to do this, when I can't even wake up?!!

I'm so pathetic.

I just laid there and let the darkness consume me, pulling me into its inky depths. This is the side of me I never want Echo to see. This is how I really am. I'm just another broken teen that was sent to this place. I might have convinced Echo that everything was okay, but there was one person I would never be able to fool. Myself. I knew the truth, and no matter how much I tried to deny it...no matter how much I tried to run away from reality, the truth would always stay there, hovering over my shoulder. It hurts knowing the truth. It hurts knowing i'll eventually drown in this darkness if I don't get out soon. But that's my problem. I have no way out. It's like I was doomed to be stuck here, trapped in the shadows of this wretched place.

I stood to my feet, leaning against the wall tiredly. I had no more energy left to scream. I had enough crying and begging for one day.

I felt like curling into a ball on the floor once more and just staying there forever, but Echo's face flashed in my mind, and It somehow made me feel better.

That small smile that lights up her eyes. And that small blush that always creeps across her face. Her soft lips that leave me breathless and her small fragile body that fits so perfectly in my arms.

She was the only reason why I keep trying. Because even though I only knew her for a few weeks, I new she could save me. She was the light that scared away the darkness.

And I loved her. More than I ever knew I could.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, determination settling back into my body. I'll come back tomorrow and try again. I thought to myself, heading out the door, but I stopped in my track the second I saw the two people that where standing outside my door. Dr. Gregory and Mrs. Robertson where arguing about something. I took a step closer and listened in on their conversation. I really wish I hadn't.

"You can't just do that!! We can't give up like this its not fair!"

"I'm sorry Elizabeth. I really am, but unless he wakes up in the next three weeks, we will have no other choice but to pull the plug."

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