Decieved by Appearance: Chapter 7: Letty's POV:
I sat in the waiting room while the doctors were working on Trish. I clasped my hands together and placed my forehead against them, leaning on my elbows. "Please let her be ok. Please let her be ok," I kept whispering to myself. Trish can't die on me. She's my sister. My only sister. Even though I don't get along with her, I never truly hated her. I just found her really annoying. And to think that she did this because of me, I can never live that down. Ever. The guilt would be too much.
I looked at Johnny who was leaning on the wall next to me. He had his arms crossed, looking the opposite direction from me. Why couldn't he call 911 when I told him to? What the fuck did he do now? Or was I right? He was just a selfish fucking bastard. I hate him. I have nothing in me that says I love him. Why the hell would I?
My parents came rushing to the room and we straightend up. "Where is she?" my mom asked, worriedly.
"There working on her now, mom," I told her, helping her sit down.
"What happened?" my dad asked in a stern voice. I was about to answer hesitantly but the doctor came.
"How is she?" my mom aked. She was shaking so my dad had to hold her.
"She lost a lot blood. Too many to say the least so we put her on life support right now," he told us. "She's sleeping at this moment so you can see her but only one at a time."
We all looked at eahother. "I'll go first," I told them. They nodded.
I walked up to her door and quietly opened it. I stepped inside and silently shut the door behind me. The room was all white but it set a peaceful kinda look. The morning sun was shining through the window, casting a glow on where Trish was laying. She had millions of tubes hooked up to her.
I walked over to her and sat down by her bed. I held her hand and looked at her. "Hey Trish. I don't know if you can hear me but I'm gonna talk anyway. Look..I didn't know you felt so much for Dom that you would....do this. As you can tell..I really like Dom too. He makes me feel a certain way, you know? I didn't know that he was one if your....boyfriends. If you would've told me you felt more than you did then I guess I probably would've....backed off. To be honest, I actually feel more for him too. Trish...I think....I think I love him. I never meant for this to happen. It just did. I can't help mwho I fall in love with. I'm sorry for laying this big bomb on you while you're in this condition. Just thought you should know. Just don't die on me, ok? I have a lot of shit that's going on right now and I'll just break if you do. I know I never said this but....I love you, sis. I need to go. Mom's having a fit so I better let her see you. I'll see you later, ok?" I kissed her forehead and headed to the door. With one last look at Trish, I walked out.
Since this chapter is really short, I'll add another one for y'all to make it up!
~ML~
I sat in the waiting room while the doctors were working on Trish. I clasped my hands together and placed my forehead against them, leaning on my elbows. "Please let her be ok. Please let her be ok," I kept whispering to myself. Trish can't die on me. She's my sister. My only sister. Even though I don't get along with her, I never truly hated her. I just found her really annoying. And to think that she did this because of me, I can never live that down. Ever. The guilt would be too much.
I looked at Johnny who was leaning on the wall next to me. He had his arms crossed, looking the opposite direction from me. Why couldn't he call 911 when I told him to? What the fuck did he do now? Or was I right? He was just a selfish fucking bastard. I hate him. I have nothing in me that says I love him. Why the hell would I?
My parents came rushing to the room and we straightend up. "Where is she?" my mom asked, worriedly.
"There working on her now, mom," I told her, helping her sit down.
"What happened?" my dad asked in a stern voice. I was about to answer hesitantly but the doctor came.
"How is she?" my mom aked. She was shaking so my dad had to hold her.
"She lost a lot blood. Too many to say the least so we put her on life support right now," he told us. "She's sleeping at this moment so you can see her but only one at a time."
We all looked at eahother. "I'll go first," I told them. They nodded.
I walked up to her door and quietly opened it. I stepped inside and silently shut the door behind me. The room was all white but it set a peaceful kinda look. The morning sun was shining through the window, casting a glow on where Trish was laying. She had millions of tubes hooked up to her.
I walked over to her and sat down by her bed. I held her hand and looked at her. "Hey Trish. I don't know if you can hear me but I'm gonna talk anyway. Look..I didn't know you felt so much for Dom that you would....do this. As you can tell..I really like Dom too. He makes me feel a certain way, you know? I didn't know that he was one if your....boyfriends. If you would've told me you felt more than you did then I guess I probably would've....backed off. To be honest, I actually feel more for him too. Trish...I think....I think I love him. I never meant for this to happen. It just did. I can't help mwho I fall in love with. I'm sorry for laying this big bomb on you while you're in this condition. Just thought you should know. Just don't die on me, ok? I have a lot of shit that's going on right now and I'll just break if you do. I know I never said this but....I love you, sis. I need to go. Mom's having a fit so I better let her see you. I'll see you later, ok?" I kissed her forehead and headed to the door. With one last look at Trish, I walked out.
Since this chapter is really short, I'll add another one for y'all to make it up!
~ML~