Chapter 11
Hospital visit gone bad. CRAP.
They fought their hardest to keep me out of the room; eventually they turned on their brains and locked the door. I stood out in the hall screaming and crying for them to let me in. Isabella can't die! I won't let her! Eventually I turned on my brain too, and kicked down the door and ran inside. But turned out the nurses were right, I WAS horrified by what I saw.
Doctors and nurses running around like ants at an anthill, they were in the middle of doing CPR, but so far they had no response.
Now I was SERIOUSLY starting to flip out. I screamed at them to try harder, to get her to wake up, they had some nurses; literally, duck tape me to the chair and roll me out into the hall. And by now, everybody in the waiting room was looking down the hall at some random 15-year-old boy screaming and crying. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop, Isabella can't die, and she won't die! I kicked and fought but couldn't get out of this damn chair!
Then I felt something inside me, warm and familiar. I stopped screaming long enough to hear a voice whisper something to me: "I love you, Zack." The last words she had ever said to me, before her jackass of a father murdered his own daughter. I felt comfort zoom through me, something I've never felt before. She's the one and I'm not letting her go this easily. I pulled out my pocketknife out of my pocket and cut off the duck tape and ran back in the room. I told everyone to scatter and give me room.
"Isabella," I whispered into her ear, "Please don't give up babe, I can't live without you. I know your dad hurt you, I know he's probably done it before to you also, but please, don't give up. I'll kill myself for you, anything, anything at all, for you Isabella." I took her hand and just held it, tears streaming down my face.