That dreaded day had finally come... He felt his heart breaking as he stood in Casey's bedroom. Everything was the same since she had left. Her school books were on her neat desk, bed made and decorated with stuft animals and comfy pillows. He could imagine her sitting on the bed reading a book, or on the floor playing cards with Marti, he could even see her pushing him out of her room and slamming the door in his face. A small smile sneaked onto his handsome face as he thought about it. Just then Marti walked in with a pink dress and laid it neatly on Casey's bed.
She looked up at her big brother, and before walking out she murmured, "It was her favorite..."
He sighed, trying to hold back the tears which were so strongly pushing against the barrier. Something told him to let it out, but he wouldn't let himself.
"Derek," George stood there behind his son. "It's time."
All Derek did was nod and follow him out. The car ride to the hospital was completely silent, even Marti who was the most talkative out of them all wasn't saying a word, which didn't surprise Derek. In the past years Marti had gotten close to Casey, they were dress-up buddies.
The Macdonald/Venturi family arrived at the hospital and walked into Casey's room. During the walk to her room Derek felt as if he were walking the green mile. Damn, this hurts so much... He thought as he held Marti's hand.
Everyone stood around Casey's body and said their good-bye's to her, then the nurse walked in and began to turn off the life support. At this point everyone in the room was in tears, including Derek who had tried so hard to be strong.
"Bye, Casey," Marti murmured. "I love you..."
Derek looked down at his little sister, he then bent down to pick her up and embraced her tightly. She cried in his shoulder. He looked at the heart monitor, her heart was slowing it's pace quickly. He saw Nora with her arms around Lizzie as they mourned. George and Edwin stood beside the two. Before Derek knew it, he heard that high-pitched beep he hated so much.
"She's gone..." Lizzie cried into her mom's shoulder. "She's gone..."
All Nora did was nod and continue to hug her daughter.
Derek didn't want to believe it, he didn't want to accept it. She was gone... Casey was dead... His Casey whom he loved so dear. It overwhelmed his heart with so much sorrow, he thought he was going to die. He stared there at her lifeless body, her chest neither rising nor falling like it used to.
A few moment's later everyone exitted the room. George and Nora went to talk to the doctor and the other three went to the vending machine down the hall as Derek sat outside Casey's room. He took a deep breath, trying to accept everything. He then remembered the last conversation he had with her, on the porch steps of their home.
"You nervous?" He had said walking up behind her as she sat on the steps of the porch. She didn't have to look at him to know who it was. She was the only girl he knew who knew him just by his presence. He had no clue what gave him away. His scent? His footsteps? Whatever it was, he loved that she knew him so well.
She shrugged. "Do I have a reason to be?"
Derek sat beside her and cocked an eyebrow, as if he were saying, "Don't lie to me."
She sat the on the steps with her hands on her knees. "Honestly, I am a little." She glanced at her hands, then at him. "I mean, I was ten when the whole coma thing happened. My body has changed since then."
He nodded. "Yeah, definetely."
"You're only agreeing to make me feel better," She leaned her shoulder into his playfully.
"No, I wouldn't dare," He said sarcastically.
She sighed, deciding not to argue with him. "What am I going to do with you?"
He smiled and quoted a line from the 'Garfield' movie, "Love me, feed me, never leave me."
She laughed. Suddenly a chill went down her spine, so she stood up to go inside. Derek stood infront of the door blocking her way.
"Move, Derek, I don't feel like messing around," She said putting her hands into her jacket pockets.
"Casey," He began. "I just want you to know that..." He trailed off.
"Derek, Spit it out." She demanded.
He didn't know how to say it, so he just expressed it with a gentle purse of his lips to hers. Everything he was feeling went into that kiss, then overwhelmed with emotion he ran inside the house, knowing that she was confused as hell. He figured she was a straight "A" student, she'd figure it out.
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A/N: I'm sorry... I couldn't resist... Please don't stop reading because of this. I'll get the next chapter up soon. Reviews are very much appreciated.
