First of all... i just want to tell you guys that I'm so, so, sooo sorry. I've neglected this story for a long time, and it's just gone nowhere.

My dad died in a car accident on July 7th, 2011. And after that I just lost all will to do anything, much less continue a story that's subject at the moment was a mother mangled in a car wreck.

My ex-boyfriend(that I'm in love with)and me are constantly working this out, and not agreeing over much(like getting back together)but we're still best friends. i love him more than anything, and I'd take a bullet for him. But things are just complicated for me at the moment...

Not to mention this chapter was already half written(on my computer that's still shot to shit)and I have to start over.

Anyway... here's chapter seven, and I hope you guys can forgive me ):

CPOV

I sat in the hospital room, gazing at my feet- mindlessly. Tragedy was striking me left and right nowadays and I couldn't run from it. It's as if something was hell-bent on fucking my life up for good.

My black DC's became blurred as tears filled my eyes. It wasn't long before my cheeks becams stained with anguish and hurt, and in my heart I could feel my Sonshine fading away. The doctors told me she had suffered from a concussion, and her skull was cracked. They also told me the way she had fallen was so severe, that her head hit the ground with an unusual amount of force.

Statistics said that it was a 1/1,000,000 chance that it could ever happen again.

So why her? Why me?

Why NOW?

Taylor checked into a motel near my house after Sonny was taken to the emergency room. She'd been in there for a good four hours now... I glanced at the typical-vanilla clock on the waiting room wall. 4:00am. Damn.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes. Suck it up, Coop. Get it together, man. Right.

I stood and stretched, woeking out the kinks in my stiff joints. My body had been locked in the same position for four-something hours now because I had been rigid with tension. My muscles were tense, so I decided to take a walk.

When I got out of the hospital, malicious wind bit at my nose and eyes- and cut through my clothes. It was 65 degrees outside but with the wind chill it felt more like 49.

Great...

I turned left and started to walk around the building, trying to kill time. I passed a dead flowerbed that looked like it had once been beautiful, but the frost came with the season and murdered each and every one of the innocent tulips, except for one.

I knelt down next to the bed and gazed at the small, brave little tulip that had survived the abraisive cold. It was a pretty interesting mixture of colors, although a little unusual. It was blood red at the tips of the petals, and then quickly faded into orange and then yellow. As it neared the end of the flower, it faded into a beautiful shade of pink, and then at the base of the stem it was pure white.

I felt a strong sense of compassion for the flower, having weathered out the storm and was still standing strong. I stood and walked away, and continued my stroll around Ferguson Memorial Hospital and Emergency Center.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye a stained red-wood gazebo, and a tall, thick oak tree with a tire swing hanging from it. The cold was biting at my face, so I turned back for the entrance- eager for warm shelter. It took me five minutes to make it back around to the flowerbed, and when I turned to look for my flower, something was wrong...

I was only gone for ten minutes since the last time that I saw it, and now when I gazed upon the flower, it's head was bowed in surrender- weak from the tirade of mother nature. Thered had faded in to a plum-brown, and the orange and yellow were weak pastel shades. The pink was a soft blush and the white was gone. All of the petals were creasing and wrinkling with decay, and they were leaning away from eachother.

I stood there for twenty minutes and felt the tempature drop while watching the life drain out of one of God's masterpieces. And when that innocent little flower was completely and totally brown, I closed my eyes and sobbed.

Good Lord...

what have I become?

SPOV

My colorful unconscienceness was disorienting. I knew that I was not awake, but I was not fully asleep either. My body felt two tons heavier that it should have- and I cound't move anything. My head felt as though it was ballooning from my body, swelled shut and I couldn't open my eyes or move my lips.

Everything felt like one big novacaine shot.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep sitting up and something sharp slicing at my head. My first thought as I regained my brain was, "Where's Chad?"

All of a sudden, as if by request, My eyes opened. I immediately shut them again because of the flourescent lights blazing above me. When I got used to them, I sat up. I realized I was still in the outfit I was in at the airport, but that I was in a hospital bed. No tubes or needles plugged into me or nothing. Weird...

I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and stood up and dusted myself off. The first thing that I needed to do was find Chad.

I walked out of the room and past doctors and loved ones from other families. Then I realized I had no idea where the FUCK my boyfriend was...

I saw a sweet looking old lady dressed in nurse's scrubs and decided that maybe she could help me.

"Excuse me, Miss, could y-", I started, but she walked right past me. "Bitch..." I muttered under my breath. I tried to stop two more nurses but they all ignored me.

"What the hell is going on...?"

I started yelling to people but all of them acted like I wasn't there.

"Okay, this is fucking CRAZY. I must be dreaming..."

I found Chad leaving the building and I ran to catch up with him. I stopped when I was behind him. "Chad! Thank God I found you, all of the staff here are such jackasses, they're all ignoring m-", I stopped mid-sentence. He just kept on walking. Okay, NOW I was getting angry. "HEY! Dickhead! I was talking to you!"

I ran and tried to catch him by the shoulder but my hand went right past it. I tried again, but it's like I just couldn't touch him... I stopped and watched him admire a flower that had an unusual coloring and I just gave up. So no one could see me? Are you serious?

What am I supposed to do? Can... can I even fix this?

The pain tore at my heart and shot through me like a loose cannon. I felt so broken, and so exhausted from all this drama that I could barely breathe. I closed my eyes.

When I looked up, Chad was gone, dissapeared around the side of the building.

I walked over to the place opposite to where he had been standing, and knelt down to the tulip. As I admired it, the pain in my soul raged on with a vengence. It took my breath away and I sobbed. I hung my head in defeat and the little flower drowned in my tears as I cryed. To my amazement, I watch the precious thing die before my very eyes. The life left it as the hope left my heart.

When I was drained of tears, the flower had died completely... and I felt remorse and sorrow for the innocent plant. I felt like I had killed it.

I looked up to the stars for answers and found nothing. But what I did find was my love standing over me with his head in his hands, heartbroken and crying with his cold breath lifting into the black night sky, the swirling vapors dancing with eachother and fading with mine and his heart.

I hope you liked it... please, please, please review. It makes me so happy to see reviews lining the box and watching my view bar skyrocket.

As much as you guys may not believe it, I love all of you dearly. You all are what keep this story going when I feel like I can't continue anymore.

Merry Belated Christmas to you all, and Happy New Year(:

~Lindsey