New Life, New Hope
Maddie, please, we need you!
(A/N: song for this chapter: 'Don`t let me go' by Harry Styles. Put it on loop.)
Harry`s POV:
I searched all the rooms, except one. The upstairs bathroom. I run up the large staircase, to the bathroom. I grabbed the knob and tried to turn it, but it won`t. "Mads, you in there, please open up!" I yell through the door. No reply. "Maddie, please, I am so sorry, I just didn`t think it was real, please let me in." I try. No sound of any kind. "Madelyne Leigh Styles, open this door right now." like saying that will help, but it`s worth a try. Screw it. I burst through the door and cry at the sight in front of me. My beautiful Maddie, my wife, my lover, on the floor, with cuts all over her body. Only in her bra and underwear, cuts on her arms, legs, stomach, shoulders, back, hands, and feet. "Maddie, why, why her, why now, why, why, why. I need you to hold on to my voice, please, if you can hear me, Don`t Let Me Go." I need her here, I need her with me, but it might be too late. I pick her up and run her bleeding body to the car. Her once perfect tan skin, now red, sliced, and slashed. Caked with dry blood, even in her beautiful blonde hair, tear stains on her cheeks and on the front of her chest. This sight kills me, not seeing those beautiful blue eyes, that I might not ever see again, her once full lips, now deflated, her once luscious blonde hair, now dull, lifeless, dry, and dead. I pull up to the hospital and unload my lovers dying body, I can feel the life draining out of her with every step. I get inside and yell to anyone that will listen. "HELP, PLEASE MY WIFE SHE CUT HERSELF ALL OVER, I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP HER, PLEASE I CAN`T LIVE WITHOUT HER, IF YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF GOODNESS IN YOU, YOU WILL HELP HER, NOT ONLY FOR HERSELF, BUT ME, OUR CHILDREN." I hope somebody answers my plea. Some nurse looks at her and her eyes widen. "GET ME A GURNEY!" she yelled. The gurney arrived in seconds, they put her on and sped away. I stood there and watched, watched them take my wife and I feel part of me being ripped out. I know this is my fault, but how? What did I do to hurt her besides the 'Afterlife' thing? I sit in a chair and cry. Cry over what`s been done and what hasn`t, over what`s been left out, what`s been unsaid. That`s when I realize it. She`d be better off without me. I`ll wait till after they tell me and if she`s dead I`ll leave, if she`s alive I`ll say goodbye and leave. Either way, I have to leave.
Harry`s POV:
I searched all the rooms, except one. The upstairs bathroom. I run up the large staircase, to the bathroom. I grabbed the knob and tried to turn it, but it won`t. "Mads, you in there, please open up!" I yell through the door. No reply. "Maddie, please, I am so sorry, I just didn`t think it was real, please let me in." I try. No sound of any kind. "Madelyne Leigh Styles, open this door right now." like saying that will help, but it`s worth a try. Screw it. I burst through the door and cry at the sight in front of me. My beautiful Maddie, my wife, my lover, on the floor, with cuts all over her body. Only in her bra and underwear, cuts on her arms, legs, stomach, shoulders, back, hands, and feet. "Maddie, why, why her, why now, why, why, why. I need you to hold on to my voice, please, if you can hear me, Don`t Let Me Go." I need her here, I need her with me, but it might be too late. I pick her up and run her bleeding body to the car. Her once perfect tan skin, now red, sliced, and slashed. Caked with dry blood, even in her beautiful blonde hair, tear stains on her cheeks and on the front of her chest. This sight kills me, not seeing those beautiful blue eyes, that I might not ever see again, her once full lips, now deflated, her once luscious blonde hair, now dull, lifeless, dry, and dead. I pull up to the hospital and unload my lovers dying body, I can feel the life draining out of her with every step. I get inside and yell to anyone that will listen. "HELP, PLEASE MY WIFE SHE CUT HERSELF ALL OVER, I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP HER, PLEASE I CAN`T LIVE WITHOUT HER, IF YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF GOODNESS IN YOU, YOU WILL HELP HER, NOT ONLY FOR HERSELF, BUT ME, OUR CHILDREN." I hope somebody answers my plea. Some nurse looks at her and her eyes widen. "GET ME A GURNEY!" she yelled. The gurney arrived in seconds, they put her on and sped away. I stood there and watched, watched them take my wife and I feel part of me being ripped out. I know this is my fault, but how? What did I do to hurt her besides the 'Afterlife' thing? I sit in a chair and cry. Cry over what`s been done and what hasn`t, over what`s been left out, what`s been unsaid. That`s when I realize it. She`d be better off without me. I`ll wait till after they tell me and if she`s dead I`ll leave, if she`s alive I`ll say goodbye and leave. Either way, I have to leave.
Notes
Sorry, but yea. LOVE YOU PRETTIES!=D
-Mads<3
Then compete in the contest, no cheats even for a sister:P
2/22/14