Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?


33. Death

"Mary?" she asked, stopping to look at my face. She took one glance from Harry to me, and then a weird expression spread across her face, as the tears kept coming.

"Why are you here?" I asked, standing there, hoping for the best. She tried not to sob too loudly, but I could sense something was terribly wrong. She dried some of the tears away from her red splotchy face, as she shook her head, and walked after the people with the stretcher. I looked once at Harry, and followed her, pulling him with my.

"Doe, what?" he asked, trying to stop me.

"That's Kylie's mother..." I whispered, as I started shaking. Ella started running, as the sounds from the room got louder. I dragged Harry along, as we ran towards the room. My heart was pumping and I felt the urge to scream. Ella crashed into the room, and just as I was about to go in there, I stopped, making Harry crash right into me, almost making me fall.

"I'm sorry." he said, as he stood up, resting against the wall. I stood there, looking frightened at the door, not really wanting to see what was behind that door. Not really wanting to see why Ella was so upset. I closed my eyes.

"What if she's gone?" I asked, mostly to myself. Harry didn't quite follow.

"Who's gone?" he asked worried, as he tried to catch my eyes. I couldn't say it. The tears started welling up in my eyes, as I felt I started to choke on my own tongue. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. 

"K.." I started saying Kylie, but then I broke down, sobbing, bawling my eyes out like a child. He pulled me in for a hug, as he held me tight, and pressed me against him.

"I understand. Shhh..." he said, stroking my hair, as I got his T-shirt soaked from my never-ending waterfall of tears. 

"Say no more... I got it..." he whispered, as he kissed my hair, his hands wrapped around me, like a protective shield, trying to guard me from everything evil.

"I love you, okay? No matter what happens, I'm here. Shh..." My heart was pounding uncontrollably, as the lump in my throat got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, almost threatening to kill me. I pulled away a bit, putting both my hands on his chest, my finger trailing his muscles through his black T-shirt. I turned to the door, his arms around me,  as I carefully opened it up, getting blinded by the sharp lights of the room. I looked around, and saw Kylie's pale face lying on a table in the middle of the room, blood everywhere, and a heap of doctors surrounding her, all with scalpels and masks.

"NO!" I screamed, as I tried to fight forward, to wake Kylie up. Harry pulled me back, controlling my body, and pulling me into the hallway, crashing into the wall to hold me down. We slid down onto the ground, as my sight got blinded and blurred from the tears. My whole body was torn into pieces, and it felt like my heart'd got ripped out of my chest, and bit to pieces. But it was too late. Kylie wasn't able to live. She was gone.

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