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Landon’s body looked so helpless and beaten. He had bruises all over his face and a breathing tube in. The sight of his helpless body made me weak in the knees. I turned to Brielle and cried into her chest. She held me and stroked my hair as I just clung to her for dear life.

“Why did this happen? They are good people! This shit shouldn’t just happen to good people!” I sobbed. Brie just stood there as the tears ran down her face.

For the next few hours I sat in a chair next to Landon’s bed till Landon’s mom got to the hospital.

“Lacey?” Mrs. Perry said with a shaky voice as she came into the room. Mrs. Perry took one look at her son and her hand immediately went to her mouth. “Oh my god.” I rushed to her side and led her to a chair. “My baby” she whispered to herself. “How did this happen?” she asked keeping her gaze on Landon.

“Some friends of ours had some car trouble and needed him to come pick them up. So Landon went and I stayed home with Evan” I told her through tears.

“Evan! Where is he!?” she sounded worried.

“He is fine. He is with my friends. I will go get him.”

“Thank you” she said with a hand over her heart relieved to hear that at least her grandchild was not lost or hurt. When I brought Evan back to the room he was sleeping and  Mrs. Perry was talking to the doctor. When the doctor left the room I figured I could enter the room again.

“He says there is a chance Landon might not wake up” she cried; she saw Evan in my arms and took him from me. “First his mother and now this.” She whispered. “Lacey go home, get some rest, I can take it from here”

“No, I don’t want to leave him” I said.

“Honey you need to get some food and rest, he is not going anywhere, if there is any change I will call you okay.” She reassured me, I did not want to go but Mrs. Perry was set on it so I went home. As usual my dad wasn’t there. Everything was so quiet, it was such a beautiful day outside, I felt as if I was mad at the day for beings so beautiful and such a horrible day. All the events of the early morning replayed in my head and suddenly I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom and made it just in time before I spewed whatever food was left in my stomach then continued to dry heave from there. One of my best friends was dead and my boyfriend may never wake up. How could any of this be happening? I sat with me back against the tub and put my head in my hands. Trying to think of anything other that my dead friend and possibly soon to be dead boyfriend. I reached behind me and turned on the shower so it was steaming hot. Then without even bothering to take my clothes off I crawled into the bathtub and let the water run down my body soaking my clothes. Even though the water was hot I was trembling; I stared at the drain and watched as the water went down and I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted to be that water. I wanted to just drain away and pretend that none of this ever happened. I started to blame myself for everything. If my and Landon had never gotten together this would not have happened. He wouldn’t have been friends with Tyson; he wouldn’t have gone out to get him and Tessa. I wish I had never fallen through that thin ice; I wish Landon had let me drown that day! If was dead this all wouldn’t have happened!