Was this all fate , or just a terrible nightmare?

For four weeks straight all I heard was the continous slow heart beat of Chris' heart monitor. We were rescued from my dad and Blare , Jade and him were all arrested.
The bullet pierced Chris' lung and through his back. I sat there in the thick silence .. sitting in the chair beside his still body. I grazed over his deathly pale form. Tubes down his throat , needles in his arms ... I let tears pass down my cheeks as I rub my belly. "Please .... please baby wake up. " I whispered to him. The only reply was the steady beating of his heart monitor. I bit back tears as I remember everything that I've been through and how Chris ended up this way. I couldn't loose him .. I just couldn't. Suddenly everyone walked in the room and sat quietly.
Taylor sat the closest beside me , she was still sore from the torture but she needed 2 blood transfusions and she felt better. She's still technically a patient to the hospital but she refuses to stay in bed. "Alice.... I ... I'm so sorry about all of this. .. if I hadn't went with Blare ...-" she rambled with a apologetic voice before I silenced her with a finger in the air. "I've told you this before. . It's not your fault. Chris will get better ... he knows you're sorry. I tell him everyday , every hour , every second. " I whimpered Averting everyone's gaze .
"Alice ... He's in a coma ... they don't know when he'll come out. .. if he ever does -" Balz whispered placing a hand on my shoulder, which I shrugged off . "He is going to come out of it ! Don't say that okay?! ... can you guys please leave... !" I screamed and everyone silenced. He went to say something when I gave him a death glare. Of mice and men had left for a tour break and bring me the horizon is at home .
Ever since taylor was raped , Oliver has been trying to regain her trust in guys but she's too stubborn. They huffed in annoyance and sadness before leaving. I breathed loudly and ran my fingers through my brown roots and pink tips. I haven't had the heart to leave the hospital in fear that if Chris would take his last breath , I wouldn't be there.
I felt 'Manson Carter Cerulli ' kick with every day I sat by Chris. It's like he knew his dad wasn't there. I giggled slightly at how we decided on picking our son's name. Chris LOVES marilyn Manson so we picked his first name to be Manson . Carter is my mother's maiden last name and obviously we decided on Chris' last name. I didn't know how long I sat there thinking about our memories but I felt my phone vibrate on the table. It was a notification for a Baby Appointment scheduled for tomorrow.
It's my last trimester and It would be my last one. I breathed deeply and stood up and laid my hand on Chris' flat chest. His heart beat was faint and I slid my hand to his neck and traced over his collarbone . His jet back locks Contradicting his brown roots. I smiled as I ran my hands through his hair. What I wouldn't give to see those soft warm golden brown eyes open and look at me just one more time.
A small blonde nurse came in and she was dressed in dolphin scrubs and she smiled at us. "Mrs. Cerulli. .. It's 11 pm. Would you like to go home .. or stay here like every other night. I'd love to make you a bed beside him and wake you if anything changes from Chris. But you look so tired. . You need rest for the baby. " she cooed sweetly in a concerned voice and I gave her a soft smile and nodded.
She smiled before walking in and fixing the bed that I've been sleeping in for four weeks straight. As she left the room , I leaned down and kissed his head. He was so cold to the touch and I desperately wanted to kiss his soft lips. I pulled away and slowly entered the bed beside him watching him intently as I laid on side rubbing my belly.
I looked for any sign of movement. . Any sign that he was still there but just like every other night... he didn't respond. I buried my head deep into the cotton pillow and tugged on the edges of Chris' misfits shirt that hugged my body like a dress.
I slowly ran my fingers down the fabric of the black leggings and I breathed loudly before drifting off into the darkness that is sleep. /the next day\ I woke up groggy and disoriented , as if on instincts, I looked at Chris. He looked the same and I frowned. I walked over to the bathroom and pulled out my bag that had my toothbrush and person items and clothes in there.
I peed and brushed my teeth and hair and slipped on some shredded skinny jeans and black long sleeve shirt with black vans. I slipped his Misfits shirt over mine and I breathed in his scent. I pulled my hair into a messy bun with strands falling everywhere and I walked out. .
I locked my gaze on Chris and I bit my lip nervously contemplating going to the appointment or not. I grabbed my phone and looked at him before Manson kicked hard inside me. I giggled lightly knowing he was impatient .. just like his Biological father. I felt my heart flutter at the memory of getting my results back after waiting for monthe knowing that the baby was indeed Chris' .
I slowly walked out the room and out the hospital , I hopped in Chris' car and drove 30 miles to the doctor's office. As I got there I was immediately taken in the back and my doctor came out. I sat on the soft plush leather slab and rested my head back rubbing my belly protectively.
She came in with a bright smile and she greeted me lovingly. "How are you ?" She questioned looking around for something. "I'm fine doctor. How's Manson," I Asked her and she smiled. "He's fine. . He's going to be perfectly healthy. .. may I ask , but where is Mr.Crazy?" She questioned laughing and I giggled slightly knowing that he got that nickname because he basically fangirled then passed out when he found out it was a boy. I swallowed nervously knowing that he might never see Manson. "... he is currently in a coma from a gun shot wound. .. please don't make me explain . " I whimpered out nervously biting my lip . She nodded and gave me hug and refilled my prenatal meds and let me leave. I left and got in the car.
I turned the radio on hoping to ease my mind but just like everything in my life .. it brought me pain. The song 'city lights' blared through the speakers and filled the air. I burst into tears in the parking lot and I screamed out in emotional pain.
I cried out all the tears I've been holding in for four weeks. I screamed out all my problems. . I shouted at the top of my lungs and punched the passenger seat repeatedly.
I screamed and cried and punched everything because I know this was all my fault. If I would have never met Chrus this would have never happened. I was trembling as I gripped the steering wheel tightly turning my reddened knuckes white. I couldn't breathe. . I couldn't blink without seeing Chris on the floor covered in his own blood. I couldn't sleep peacefully knowing that he may never wake up. I drove to the Motionless Mansion and burst through the door. Everyone looked at me and immediately got up . Devin held me as I dropped to my knees and they all crowded around me. I pushed them all away and I stood to my feet ... I ran halfway upstairs and I heaved heavily before letting more tears pass my cheeks. "I JUST FUCKING WANT CHRIS BACK. .. I ... I CANT DO THIS WITH OUT HIM. .. !" I screamed down at them. I ran to Our room and shut and locked the door. I stripped out the clothes except the misfits shirt and I cuddled up on Chris' side of the bed.
I breathed in his familiar scent and I cried harder. . My heart ached for him . His sweet voice ... his amazing smile. His passionate kiss ... his growling on stage .... the look in his eye when he first felt Manson kick . I screamed into the pillow and I shouted for chris. I shouted for him to come back to me .. I shouted for him to stay alive.

Notes

This story will probably end soon. I don't know if I should do a sequel or not. It's up to you guys .

But this story is coming to a close. . ♥♥ but before it does I have some more tricks up my sleeve. ♥♥


-CrookedYoung♥