Life Hasn't Been Fair To You, Dakota

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
The tragic ending to young love.

Submitted: May 25, 2008

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Submitted: May 25, 2008



“You’ll save me won’t you?” she mumbled to the ambulance medic as her anesthesia set in. “You won’t let me die, will you?” The medic gave her a weak smile and she closed her eyes, succumbing to the pain.

I arrived at the hospital as soon as I got the call. I was so scared. Her brother had called me on his way to the hospital where she was. He was in hysterics. Something terrible had happened.

I walked into the cold, sterile hospital lobby. I hated hospitals. They were the homes of death and pain; they would harbor bad feelings long after all the pain had left them.

The blank white walls watched me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. It was so cold. I spotted Dakotas brother Andrew and jogged to where he was sitting with his face in his hands.

“Andrew?” He looked up at me, sleepless eyes that would haunt my dreams for years to come. “How is she Andrew?”

He didn’t answer for a long time. “I don’t know.” he said finally, “They have been in surgery for an hour now.” His eyes teared up. I hugged him. He was my best friend; I hated to see him like this. But I felt even worse.

We waited there for what seemed like years. Then a doctor walked towards us. I was sure he was going to turn at the last second and address someone else, but he didn’t. He came to us, Andrew and I, and we almost cringed when he finally spoke.

“I’m very sorry. She was severely injured when we got her here. She had lost a lot of blood. We were able to stabilize her for the moment, but we don’t know how much longer she will last. If you want to speak with her, you may.”

I didn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t. It wasn’t true. Dakota wasn’t going to die, that was crazy. She was invincible. She was mine.

But it was true, and suddenly it hit me. My heart ripped. I thought I was going to die. There was so much pain inside me, I couldn’t bear it. Tears began streaming down my face before I could stop them.

Distantly I heard Andrew speaking to me through his tears. “Come on Chris, come on kid. We gotta go see her.” He choked on his words and reality flooded me once more. I had to see her.

We followed the doctor down the long hallway, leaning on each other for support.

We finally reached her room, and my heart plummeted. Silently the doctor held open the door for us to enter. I told Andrew to go first, they were family, and he needed to see her.

I waited there in the hallway and every second was another stab at my heart. I didn’t want to lose her.

When Andrew came out, I almost couldn’t go in. Going in would be accepting that she was going to die; it would make it real. I stepped in anyway.

“Dakota…” She was so broken. Her face still had little spots of blood on it, and she was pale with shock. “Dakota, what happened to you?”

She turned lowly, with much effort towards my voice. “Chris… I knew you would come…” She stopped and took a slow, painful breath. “They said I’m going to die Chris. I’m not really am I? You’re here; you’ll make it all better, right?”

Those words broke my heart. “I’m sorry Dakota, I’m so, so sorry.” I reached out and cupped her face in my hands. She felt like a china doll.

Her eyes pierced my soul. I knew she didn’t want to die, I could see it so clearly. But yet there was something else there too. What it was I knew could never have a name, it was too horrible. Like a mixture of pain and anger, fear and heartbreak. And yet through it all, an overwhelmingly calm acceptance. It was terrible to look at.

“Baby girl, what happened to you?”

Her eyes grew wide as though hearing my question for the first time. Then she mumbled something and turned away. “What?”

“It was her…” “Who…? Oh my God, Dakota, are you serious? Marie did this to you?” She nodded slowly.

The room should have gone up in flames with the heat of my anger. Marie was her step mom. They had never gotten along, and the police had been called to their house to settle arguments that escalated into physical fights more times than you could count. If she had done this to Dakota, I would kill her.

My vision blurred, the room around me spun. “Chris…” Her voice brought me back.

“Dakota, I love you so much.” I lay down next to her on the hospital bed and held her close. “Please don’t leave me” I cried into her hair. “I can’t live without you…”

“I’m so scared Chris.” I kissed her head. “I know baby, I’m scared too.”

We laid there for a long time in silence, just waiting for something to happen. Anything really. “Life hasn’t been fair to you Dakota.” She kissed me lightly, then became still again.

“I’m sorry Dakota…” I didn’t know what else to say… There was so much I needed to say, but I couldn’t.

“Dakota, will you marry me?”

But she never answered.

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