A/N: Lyrics have nothing to do with the story, but it has a nice sound for the chapter so if you want, you can listen to it while reading. Onto the story now. xx
I woke up in a white room, not on a bed though. I was lying on the floor. I was in my normal clothes, but there was no blood. It was probably just a dream, maybe I'm just under some anaesthetic.
"Deirdre, is that you?"
Granny? She died years ago, I was 5. I stood up and walked over to her. The ground was super soft beneath me. I just hugged her.
"Yes, it is me. But Gran, where are we?" Then it hit me. "Did I - d-d-die? Is this heaven?"
"Yes and yes. You just died in the hospital, your girlfriend and little Sam are devastated. Dju wanna take a look?"
I was shocked from what I was just told. How could I leave Tasha and Sam? Oh, Patrick, what have you done? I just nodded my head.
She took my hand and leaded me over to a screen. On it, I was in a hospital bed. Dead. Tasha was crying into Sam's arms, and Sam was crying too beside the bed, and my parents were by the door, crying too. Patrick, however, nowhere to be found.
The doctor and nurses tried to roll my bed out, but Tasha stopped them.
"Please, can I just be with her for a while? I know she's gone and all, but she means everything to me. I want to tell her something and while she won't hear me here, she might hear me somewhere else. So, please, can I just say what I need to say in private? Give me 10 minutes."
The doctors seemed touched by this. They nodded their heads and then, Sam and my parents walked out of the room. Tasha sat beside the bed again and held my hand. I felt the warmth from where I was.
"Did I ever tell you the day I fell for you? You may think it was the other day, but no. It was long before that. I had been observing you for months around town. I loved the way you were so cool, going into shops for your BPM and ice cream, then sitting down on a bench in the square and played your guitar. I tried to approach you so many times over 10 months, but I just couldn't. All my friends were like, "That's Patrick Casey's little sister, she's a right loser." But you slowly became my idol, your coolness just blew my mind. Then the day you performed lostmyhead by The 1975 and got the whole town as an audience, last December, that's when I realized I loved you, without speaking a word to you. Then Patrick asked me out at New Years, and do you know why I said yes to that asshole? So I could get a chance to actually talk to you. And I endured 6 months of torture and abuse from him just to get to that day last week, and it was worth it. Every minute of pain and depression was worth it, because I finally got to talk to my crush, my secret love. Then we talked and you were just as cool in person as you were in that square in that town. We laughed and joked, and I came out to you, and you came out to me. las one of the best things I'd ever been told, and it lit me up so much. And that sleepover, oh, that sleepover. When you said you loved me, I felt so complete for once, no depression, no anxiety, only true happiness and delight. This past week has been the most important and the best of my life. I never thought it would end like this though, with you lying here, dead, never to be seen again. Please, if you can hear me somehow, give me a sign from wherever you are. I don't just love you, you're everything to me, what keeps me alive, what keeps me happy. But no, I won't do anything stupid like kill myself. You wouldn't want that. I guess this is goodbye then. But I'm staying here with you, I have a feeling this is not the end. I'll wait my whole life to see a difference, if there is one. I'm not giving up today. I love you more than anything in the world."
She started crying then, and I did too.
"I can't just leave her, she won't survive without me. There must be some way I can go back" I said to Granny beside me.
A grin grew on her face.
"Well, you're in luck. Sometimes, when the love between 2 individuals is so strong, God can make exceptions. What has just been shown here is one of the strongest examples of love and young love alike. So, basically, you can go back" she said to me, and my face lit up at the words.
"But how? How is that possible? I'm dead. Like, I'll go back but how?"
"Well, sorry about this, love, but I have to. See you again in 80 years, when you and your little girlfriend die in each others arms."
I smiled at the words, and then she pushed me right into the screen.
I went right through it, and the journey was painful. In around 15 seconds, I felt a slight tud.
I opened my eyes slowly.
A/N: Wheee, 2 chapters in one night, I'm good at this now! So, Elle was resurrected from the dead, something that can only happen in one of my stories. Next chapter will be the last and then I'll move on to the Tasha sequel and the Doctor Who fanfic (details on the message board thingy). Anyways, tell me what you think, and as always, thanks for reading. xx