Elizabeth

I knew exactly why I was scared when I noticed what was in the room. Some, if not most, of the pictures I drew were scattered on the floor. Most were torn, torn into so many pieces it looked as if it was just confetti, others ripped into shreds.

Either way, the wall that was once covered in my fears, was now left on the floor. Some to where I could no longer remember what they were, nor what I wrote.

I bent down and got a peice of paper, it was of Harry's face, I let loose a sob, and stood up.  I walked to a wall that I noticed was literally about to fall.

I took the edge of the door, and looked at the edge of it. Before I was able to pull it I felt pain in my chest.  I whimpered, and ran downstairs, when I got there i saw someone fly across the room. "Jasper!" I heard a shout, I looked at the person and saw. . . .Harry.

I ran forward as the lad's surrounded him and grabbed his hand, "Hazza? Harry? Please, please tell me you're okay?"

Harry looked at me and I saw the blood from the glass that had fallen on him. I grabbed his hand and he squeezed it lightly, "I love you, Els, I love all of you lad's. . ."

His eyes suddenly began to flutter shut and I felt so much pain in my chest. The lad's began to cry and I stood up, I turned to Jasper and heard Liam call the ambulance.

"Why can't you ever appreciate the fact I made friends?"  I ask him, sadness and pain in my voice.

He laughed sarcastically, "Friends? More like your fuçk buddies."

I shook my head, "No, more like my best friends. They were there for me when they found me. When I first got raped, when I had committed suicide, or at least tried, when I had to cry. They were my shoulders to cry on when I had bad dreams, when I started to scream in my sleep, when I started to cry, . . . .when I nearly died." I say whispering the last part.

"I lost my best friends. . .the ones I loved, however I gained more. . . .and it scares me to know that they may not be loyal friends."   I shook my head and turned around watching as paremadics took the electro thing and rubbed the pads together and then put it to his chest.

I whimpered, and walked closer, I suddenly felt myself being turned around harshly. "Don't walk away, Izzy-Be—"

I shook my head and my hand had slapped him. I felt pain rush up my arm but ignored it, "You can't tell me what to do, Jasper. Nor can you call me Izabelle, you lost that privilege so long ago." I snarled at him.

I then followed the lad's out, knowing the people that were there were following us. Within time we were at the hospital, but were not allowed to go through.

It broke my heart so much, because I knew there was a potential that Harry would not survive. That he would die.

And I was right. It had been a week when I learned that. 

The doctor that was in charge, or as you may know him as Carlisle, came up to me and the words still haunt me.

"Elizabeth, I was told to give you the news, the news of what's happening to Harry." Carlisle says as I sat by my bed and drew my pain out onto paper. I was dressed in sweats, a black shirt, and Harry's jack wills hoodie.

I looked up at him and he sat down. He put his hands in mine and I looked into his eyes that I adore, but that still cause so much pain. 

I walked up to my room slamming the door shut, that memory still so fresh in my mind. I walked to where Harry was at, them having brought him here and the lad's insisting he stay in my room.  I sat by the bed and held his hands tears streaming down my cheeks.