I looked outside, raining I noticed.
My eyes red and sore, struggle to look around, the white walls too bright, so I face the ground again. I look up everytime someone goes passed, I've been asked six times to go see a doctor or a drink or anything to make me feel better, I declined everytime.
The clock on the wall ticking and more daunting every second. I snap back to reality when I hear an unfamiliar alarm goes off, I look up to see three nurses rush into a room, very worried.
I get up and stare out of the window, steaming whilst the rain outside drenches the building. The alarm stops and there's a long silence at the same time I hear my heart beat faster, thinking.
I turn around at the sound of footsteps, this time this nurse, who ran in through the doors of the alarm, she looks flustered and sweaty instead of her previous neat hair and calm facial expression.
She opens her mouth, she tells me the news I've been dreading for the last thirty minutes. My eyes open produce new tears, my legs fail and I fall to the ground, not accepting this new information. My life seemed darker already. My beleifs and understanding of the world just vanished into thin air as my eyes flickered and legs twitch trying to regain control over the numbness and pain. The feeling grows stronger as I stagger to my feet, I look around me, trying to get my eyes to focus. A white blur helps me up but I look for the door, visualising my to her. I start to run but my legs are still to weak, I stumble out the door picking up my pace as I go, accidently running into nurses and doctors along the way, I hear someone shout at me but I keep on running towards her. I halted at the closed curtains, this is her, she is here, I breathe heavy trying to refilling my lungs. I walk towards the curtain, my heart beating at a rapid pace, I tilt my head round the curtain, at the sight of her, her face, her body, lying peacefully makes my heart drops and even more tears dwell, I walk slowly to her, trying to hold back the tears, I take her cold hand and put it in my own. I sit down in the chair next to the bed still holding her hand, my tears are starting to roll down my face. My thumb moving across her hand, back and forth, I move my weak legs to the bed of her body, still holding, never letting go, my sobbing getting harder, I take in her face and the colour that left her face since the last time I saw her. I check her wounds and bruises, and the damage which i could of saved. My mind turned to my own wound and feeling the pain again and blocked it out in the same instance.
Several hours must of gone, rubbing her hand, thinking of the time I had known her and now she was gone, gone from this cruel world which took her life.

Written by Kirstie Edited by her brother(Adam)