Dangerous Love

Death? (part 1)

"Is everything ok?" Kira asked, once Mr. and Mrs. Winters came back to us. Mr. Winters went straight to a wall, and punched it, yelling "Damn it!!!". "What's going on? Why is he so angry, Ifangeline?" Kira asked. "They had to put her in coma... Sh-she was bleeding too much...." Mrs. Winters cried. I stormed out of the hospital, and went straight to the police office.

"Hi, I'm here to see the woman who shot my girlfriend." I said to the receptionist. "Sure, Mr. Chambers, correct?" she asked me. "Yup." I replied, popping the 'p'. "Is your prob officer here?" she asked me another question. "No, but I won't do anything, I promise." I replied. "Sorry kid, not good enough. You'll have to have an officer with you. Will officer Lee Johnson please come and escort Zack Chambers to see Ms. Sandra Anna?" she said the last part into the intercom. Soon, an officer showed up and escorted me to the cells. "YOU!! YOU DID THIS TO ME!!" Sandra yelled, once we reached her cell. "Me?! YOU'RE the one who practically KILLED MY GIRLFRIEND!!" I replied, reaching through the bars to grab the collar of her shirt. "Sir, step away from the prisoner." Officer Johnson asked in an orderly fashion. Slowly, I backed away. I needed to punch something.

        I arrived at the private training club I go to, and marched into the changing room.

As soon as I could, I got the boxing gloves and started punching one of the punching bags. I let all my anger out in my punches. My coach says it's good to let all your emotions out on the punches so the punches end up being more powerful. Pretty soon the punching bag was flying back and forth. "Dude, is your phone one with a black and white basketball design on the case?" a random guy went up to me and asked. "Yeah, why?" I asked, as I stopped punching for a moment. "Yo, it's going off like crazy man." the guy replied. "Oh shit. That must be my girlfriend's family." I sighed, rushing back into the changing room.

The call was about Eleanor. She had to go into emergency surgery. I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. "What happened? Zack, where'd you go?" Kira asked me as me and Mrs. Winters walked into the room together. "I had to go and let off some steam." I replied. She simply shook her head and left the room.

Eleanor's pov:
      It was dark in here, wherever here is. It was dark, and echoey. I could hear voices, but I couldn't see anybody. "Listen, Eleanor, I umm, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but if you ever wake up, I promise to be a better boyfriend to you than I have been these past few weeks. I promise you that we will try to find your brother." I heard Zack say, grabbing my hand. I could feel and hear him, but I couldn't do anything about it. I felt a wet drop on my other hand, as Zack dropped the one he had in his hand. I heard him leave the room, but my other hand was still being held. "Eleanor, I-I wish I could take your place. Iced and Franklin are outside, in the waiting room, like everybody else that works for me. Look, Eleanor when you were born, it was truly the greatest moment of my life. Raising you made me realize that there will be times that you need to sacrifice things for your children. So, if you want to go, I want you to understand that it's ok. I don't want you to, but if that's what you want, I completely understand. Our family may not exactly big that big, but you still have one. Me, Icer, your mom, Franklin, Aunt Kira, everybody. Do you remember that day that you and I got banned from the mall for six months, when you were around 3 years old? That's still the second best day I've ever had. I wanted to say to you, because they said that you might not make it through the week, that I love you. I hope that, if you do pass on, that I get to see you, my daughter, in heaven." my Dad cried. I knew he did, because I felt another wet drop on my hand. Soon, he left, and Nicolette came in. "I don't really know what to tell you. Maybe, I should start with the fact that I hope to see you soon.". Soon after that, I felt a sharp pain go through my right arm. Quickly, a light came forward, and a gust of wind hit me. soon, there was a shadowy figure approaching me. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am death. I have been told that you have a choice whether to live or to die, but first, I have to show you a few things." Death explained. With a jab of his staff, we were suddenly surrounded by everyone, but older versions. "This is the future, if you decide not to die." Death said, turning to me. Soon, a pregnant version of me came forth, but were was Zack? "Hold up, where's Zack?" I asked. "Eleanor, Zack is already waiting for you in the car, with all your things." Death replied. Soon, everyone rushed out the door way after me, and that's when Death took us to the version where I did die. Once we arrived, I was confused as to why we were in a grave yard, until I looked around to find an old man knelling by a grave. The gravestone read "Eleanor Eliza Winters, June 1st, 2001- May 20th, 2017. In loving memory of a daughter, friend, niece, and girlfriend.". Dead flowers lay next to my gravestone, as the man knelled down to put red tulips down by it. "Eleanor, it's been such a long time since I've seen you. We all miss you gravely. People might think that I'm crazy for talking to a gravestone, but I couldn't care less. That's one of the things you taught me how to do very well. How to not care. I wish you didn't leave us, Eleanor. I'm sorry that I haven't come to visit recently. I've been going to doctor's appointments. I heard that Nixon and Andrea went to visit you, up there. Are they still as wild as ever, like in the old days?" the man chuckled a little. "I miss you. I miss when you were still here. I think I might join you soon. The doctors say that I have stage 5 leukemia. They-they can't treat it. They told me that I have 3 days or less to live now(I know that this probably won't actually happen, but still).". Suddenly, the man collapsed. "Someone call 911!! Please!! He needs help!!" I screeched. "No one can hear or see you, besides me, Eleanor. I'm sorry." Death said, putting his hand on my shoulder.