Tashs POV

I look at my sleeping best friend and I've never wanted to strangle someone so much.

"Tash, calm down, Ok? You know it's not her fault." Jay attempts to calm me down but it doesn't work. "How can I fucking calm down Jay? She tried to kill herself. After everything she decided to try and leave us here. I'm not losing anyone. Not again. Not after...anyway Sam's still alive, badly injured but alive, and she's the only one that can end it." My breathing gets faster and shorter.

"Tash, breathe, breathe, go to your happy place. Come on." I close my eyes, focusing. Focusing on the room. The room covered in blood and guts. The blood and guts of Sam and at the moment Kay as well. Their heads stand like trophies in a cabinet. Closed eyes, drained faces.

My breathing slows and becomes more regualr and even. "I'm ok. I just wish she didn't do this. We just got her back Jay. It took us long enough. We can't lose her again." We stand still, emotionless and blank, unable to express how we feel. We know that when Kay was with them she was fake. That's not who she is. This is who she is. In hospital until she gets better and then back to fighting and kicking ass.

"Fuck you Kayleigh Rose." I whisper. "Fuck you for leaving, fuck you for falling in love, fuck you for faking, fuck you for forgetting, fuck you for not caring, fuck you for being alive." That's my best friend. My broken best friend. At this point I don't even care.