Vanessa�s Point of View
Lance walked out of the hospital room and beckoned to me. �Go on, Vanessa. It�s your turn to see him.�
I nodded, my face expressionless, and entered the room, shutting the door carefully behind me. I crossed the white tiled floor and kneeled next to Justin�s bed. Stroking his perfect curls, a single tear ran down my face.
�Justin, please don�t leave me.� I whispered, choking back a sob.
I hated to see him like this. There were tubes going into his nose and mouth, and tons of machines and needles stuck in him.
All of a sudden, the machines began to beep loudly. I began to cry harder as a team of doctors rushed in and tried to save him.
Then there was silence.
The doctors began to shuffle out grimly, and I looked at the machine showing Justin�s heartbeat, not wanting to see what I knew would be there.
A flat line.
Precious�s Point of View
I entered the padded room where Josh was and sat down on a padded chair.
Josh didn�t look at me. �How�s Justin?� He asked.
�He�s dead.� I replied. �You killed him, Josh.�
He didn�t glance at me. �Oh.�
�Oh? OH? JOSHUA SCOTT CHASEZ, YOU KILLED YOUR BEST FRIEND, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS �OH?!��
�Yeah.�
�What is wrong with you, Josh? What the FUCK is wrong with you?!�
�Nothing.� Josh turned away from me and faced the colorless wall.
�You make me sick.� I muttered, and walked out of the room.
Amanda�s Point of View
I stood up as Precious came back out of the room.
�How did it go?� I asked her.
She just shook her head, and collapsed into sobs. I hugged her until she had calmed down a bit.
�Josh just doesn�t care.� Precious told me. �I told him about Justin, and all he said was �Oh.��
�Figures.� I muttered, sighing. �Now, let�s go find Vanessa. I have a feeling she won�t be taking this very well.�
Sara�s Point of View
Lance and I entered Justin�s hospital room. We had been told he was dead, but Vanessa was still there.
We walked in and saw that she was still kneeling by Justin�s bed. She didn�t seem to take notice of our presence. And when I realized what she was doing, I began to cry. For her, for Justin, and for Josh�s sanity.
Vanessa�s was singing to him. She was singing �Gone.�
�Vanessa,� I said softly. �Let�s go.�
But she didn�t seem to hear me. She kept stroking his hair and held onto his hand tightly, as if she just wasn�t strong enough to let him go.
She stopped singing and looked at Justin mournfully, her eyes filling with tears, and asked, �Why did you leave me?"