This can't be happening...
Nothing feels real right now. It's like I'm trapped in this horrible nightmare that I can't get out of. What else could you possibly call the psycho mobster that wanted to use my face as his own personal canvas, and threatened to do to me what his goons did to my car tracking us all the way here and shooting Logan (and if not for my dad, me too)? I mean, how did he find us? We were so careful.
Maybe we shouldn't have stayed in one place so long... but I was sure there was no way anyone could find us. We must've screwed up somewhere... but where? What did we do in front of the wrong person that tipped them off?
I don't think I have ever been so scared in my entire life as I am right now. Logan was so scared before he blacked out, and I couldn't help him. He wanted me to help, and I couldn't do anything except my failed attempts at not panicking. He was the one comforting me. Telling me everything was going to be all right, when he was the one that had a very real chance of bleeding to death... protecting and reassuring me without even a thought to himself. I should have been the one trying to reassure him, make sure he wasn't scared.
I really should've expected this... I was too happy. Things were going too well. And every time things in my life start going right, something happens to take it all away. Every time. I can't lose him... I need him. He's too big a part of my life for him to just not be here anymore. I can't keep losing people like I did Lilly. The huge, defining presences, just gone in a completely permanent way.
If my dad hadn't shown up when he did... I can't even think about it... it's too scary. I already feel like I can't catch my breath and that everything's spinning out of control... but I guess that's normal when the man you love enough to give up your entire life for is in the next room with a team of doctors fighting for his life.
I know my dad's worried about me, because I haven't done much short of cry my eyes out since he got to our apartment, never mind since we got to the hospital. Forming words through the sobs on the drive over here was just a bit too much effort.
I jammed my fingers roughly through my tangled jet-black hair, getting the sticky damp parts away from my face. Fingers that were covered in Logan's blood.
Okay, so yeah, I'm gonna act like a little kid and cling to my dad for a while. Maybe I'll finally feel like I can catch my breath at some point. I pulled my body into a tighter ball and curled into his side, completely thankful these stupid plastic chairs didn't have arms on them. I needed him to hold me and make me feel safe, like everything was going to be okay again. "I'm so glad you're here." I mumbled softly into his shoulder. "I don't think I could deal with all this by myself..."
If you could even call what I was doing dealing.
"I have no idea how you found us, but thank you." I added, sniffling. "Daddy, I'm so scared..."
Maybe we shouldn't have stayed in one place so long... but I was sure there was no way anyone could find us. We must've screwed up somewhere... but where? What did we do in front of the wrong person that tipped them off?
I don't think I have ever been so scared in my entire life as I am right now. Logan was so scared before he blacked out, and I couldn't help him. He wanted me to help, and I couldn't do anything except my failed attempts at not panicking. He was the one comforting me. Telling me everything was going to be all right, when he was the one that had a very real chance of bleeding to death... protecting and reassuring me without even a thought to himself. I should have been the one trying to reassure him, make sure he wasn't scared.
I really should've expected this... I was too happy. Things were going too well. And every time things in my life start going right, something happens to take it all away. Every time. I can't lose him... I need him. He's too big a part of my life for him to just not be here anymore. I can't keep losing people like I did Lilly. The huge, defining presences, just gone in a completely permanent way.
If my dad hadn't shown up when he did... I can't even think about it... it's too scary. I already feel like I can't catch my breath and that everything's spinning out of control... but I guess that's normal when the man you love enough to give up your entire life for is in the next room with a team of doctors fighting for his life.
I know my dad's worried about me, because I haven't done much short of cry my eyes out since he got to our apartment, never mind since we got to the hospital. Forming words through the sobs on the drive over here was just a bit too much effort.
I jammed my fingers roughly through my tangled jet-black hair, getting the sticky damp parts away from my face. Fingers that were covered in Logan's blood.
Okay, so yeah, I'm gonna act like a little kid and cling to my dad for a while. Maybe I'll finally feel like I can catch my breath at some point. I pulled my body into a tighter ball and curled into his side, completely thankful these stupid plastic chairs didn't have arms on them. I needed him to hold me and make me feel safe, like everything was going to be okay again. "I'm so glad you're here." I mumbled softly into his shoulder. "I don't think I could deal with all this by myself..."
If you could even call what I was doing dealing.
"I have no idea how you found us, but thank you." I added, sniffling. "Daddy, I'm so scared..."