Caitlan's POV
I have no idea what has happened. The morning after we left the hospital, we had a phone call from a doctor saying we had to come to the hospital immediately, with the sounds of a hysterical Rachel in the background. We had our suspicions though; the doctor said yesterday that it was up to Rachel to turn off the life support and that it was likely Ronnie would be brain dead by the morning. Reggie had already accepted his twin was gone, but Rachel was still gripping at straws yesterday.
When we arrived after getting Reg from Parkhurst with his guard, the doctor explained that they had just turned off the life support machine, hence why Rachel was lying on Ron's bed, gripping onto any part of him she could. I couldn't imagine the pain she's going through, losing someone so close so suddenly. I did in no way envy her.
We entered the room. Rachel didn't even notice we were there until I touched her on the shoulder.
"It's okay Rach. He will always be with you."
Rachel began to lash out hysterically at us.
"You have no fucking idea! You two have had each other from the start, no issues no worries! You try being Schizophrenic! Trying to live in a world that is a constant threat! Having only each other to trust because you don't know who will do you harm! Who the hell will kill you next? It could be one of you!"
Then she began to quieten down as she became sadder.
"My Ronnie understood me. He never had to ask what I was going through or why I was acting in a certain manner, because he knew… he just knew. He only cared if I was safe and okay. And now he's gone. I can't live without Ronnie… I can't, he was my world. I was his day and he was my night."
Reg spoke up. "He still is Rachel. Your always gonna have him in your heart, just as we will. And you always have the memory of him, in your name if anything: Mrs Ronald Kray."
The doctor disconnected all the wires from Ronnie and covered over his face with a sheet. His body was wheeled out and taken to the morgue. We took Reg back to Parkhurst, Rachel following in her car. We went back home. Rachel refused to eat or drink anything. We went to bed.
But when I woke up, Rachel was nowhere to be seen.
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