Starting at Sunset Chapter 11

I woke up two days later in a hospital room in the real world. I looked around and saw next to my bed an oxygen tank. For only a second I remembered what happened just a couple of days ago. I began to cry. My dad was sitting by my bed when I started to cry. He grasped my hand and squeezed it.

"Honey what's wrong?" he asked.

"Ryan..." I sobbed. "...he's gone. For good." I started to cry more and more.

"That Ryan kid? He's downstairs waiting for you to be released."

I stared at him. But how was this possible? I was there. I saw him get shot. I cradled him. I charged at a bunch of freaks for nothing? Or did I do it for a good reason? I didn't know. My brain was too mixed up.

"He's alive?"

"Very much. Luckily what ever hit him in the back didn't go too deep. He's fine."

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A few days later, I was released from the hospital. Ryan greeted me at the exit. He was in a wheelchair but was fine anyway. Once again we kissed. This time, us both going to heaven.

The End

I am sorry to say that this is the last time I will be writing on this blog.

If I can get permission, I will put the story in some kind of magazine.

Thank you all for reading this blog.

I bid you a fond farewell.

Sincerely,

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