I didn't understand why the boys would be with Keaton...were any of them dating? That really hurt to think about, so I let it drop. I still missed Keaton. Even after all this damn time. She's probably forgotten about me by now. I miss her still.
She looked so different. She looks like she's been through a lot. And man. She's so skinny. So skinny I could mostly likely see her bones if she wasn't covered in clothing. Not that I was thinking like that.
Once the boys rushed off to follow Keaton and her friend, I was getting suspicious. So I followed them. Can you blame me? I followed them until they came across her friend again. She was frantic and had a scared look on her face. Where was Keaton?
I watched as they all rushed into some college dorm rooms. I waited for about 5 minutes. An ambulance had arrived and I was getting worried. Who was hurt? Within the next 5 minutes I saw Keaton being rushed out on a stretcher covered in blood.
Thinking back to our past I checked her wrist. I really wish I hadn't. I saw 3 gashes. Was she trying to kill herself? Did I drive her to this? I couldn't live with myself knowing I caused her death.
I saw her friend and the boys rush out next. Her friend got in the ambulance with her and the boys hurried to their car. Liam's. I followed them. I had to.
Once at the hospital I got out of the car slowly and followed them in.
I awoke to a beeping. I tried to move. Nope. I couldn't see either. What is this? If I'm dead, death is not what I was expecting. I'm not sure I can live with this forever. Wait. The beeping. Sterile smell. I'm in a hospital! Shit.
I tried to remember what happened but all I know is that I went to the park with Deni and Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn.
I was aware of someone holding my hand. I needed to know who it was. The hand was too large and rough to be Denis. It had to be a mans. It didn't feel too dry though, so they mud be young. I've learned that the older a man gets, his hands continue to get dryer and dryer. Gross.
Again back to the person holding my hand. Hmm...I couldn't smell. I thought I began to see a change in my vision. Finally. But everything went black again.
This went on for what seems like forever. I could never speak, see, or smell...but I could feel and hear. This made no sense. The same hand came back a few times. I heard Deni talking to me, I even heard the boys sing to me a little. It was nice.
At last I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting to take away the image. It was dark, but I could still see clearly. I tried to move my fingers and they twitched. "H-hello?" I croaked. Deni came running up from a chair "Keaton! Oh my god your awake!!" She hit my nurses button and handed me a glad of water which I thankfully took an gulped down. "Uhm. How..how long wa-was I..was I..asleep..for?" I tried. She looked at me sadly. "4 days." My jaw dropped. "4 days!?" Wow. The nurse then came in and asked me how I was. I just looked at her. "Really?" She nodded and told me I could leave tomorrow.
"Deni?" She looked at me and smiled. "Yes?" I didn't really know what to say. "Uhm. Why am I here? What happened?" She looked at me weirdly "you really don't know?" I shook my head side to side. She explained the park and how...Harry...came. I ran off. She found me in the bathroom. Wrists bleeding. Almost dead. I lost a lot of blood. Almost too much. I was lucky. Man.