Riley's POV:

I released a massive sigh after fifteen minutes of going back and forth with Eric. He's actually really funny, and I wouldn't mind spending my whole time on the other side with him... which makes me even more angry that Harry made him kill himself.

"Do you hate Harry?" I asked, turning over so I'm laying on my back and looking up the pitch black ceiling.

"I don't hate anyone. Heaven is a hate free world." He said, giving me the best smile he could.

"Why'd you do it Eric? Was your life really that bad?" I whispered lightly. He settled his head beside mine and sniffled, breaking my heart.

"I should have spoken up earlier to Harry and the boys, that was my fault. I was a wimp and didn't defend myself. I wasn't strong enough but they didn't know that." He admitted, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry about Harry... he's a horrible person." I said. He really is a horrible person for what he and his friends to Eric.

"He was a horrible person, but he's not anymore." Huh? "He's changed and grown so much since meeting you, it's quite shocking." He chuckled a bit.

"Do you think so?" I asked in true shock.

"Absolutely... Riley you bring out the better in everyone. I've been watching, I've seen it." He winked at me.

"You've been watching me?" I chuckled at the thought.

"I'd like to consider myself your guardian angel." He smiled, placing his ghostly hand on top of mine. For a split second, a shock of electricity went through my body, like I could feel his warmth for only a moment.

"Now we can be angels together!" I smiled, but he frowned and pulled his hand away.

"No Riley... Ugh." He groaned, getting up from the floor. His whole demeanor changed, an I was completely confused. "You can't die. You have so much to live for!" He shouted, shaking his head as if he was disappointed.

"I can't!" I shrieked back. "I can't go back to that place, I was miserable. I hated my life so much, and everyone hated me! Why can't I just let it all go and stay here with you? Why is that so bad?" I questioned, tears pouring down my cheeks.

"This is why." He sighed, pointing towards Door one. The reflection turned into an image of a person lying in a hospital bed.

"Is that me?" I asked. The image shifted a bit, revealing a broken Zayn crying on my bed side. His hands trembling, chest heaving.

"Do you think his life would be better without you in it?" Eric asked, and I felt like I was going to be sick. Zayn ripping at his hair, coughing and sobbing.

"Get that away." I shouted, refusing to look. The image disappeared, but the next picture was my parents and Joni, broken down in the middle of the hospital floor. I've never seen them like this before, they're unrecognizable. My eyes shift to little Joni, so lost and scared... I hate myself for doing this to her almost as much as I hate myself in general.

"You think they'll be happier with you gone?" He asked, and I ran my fingers through my hair unsure of what to say. If any moment made me want to commit suicide, it was this one.

"Stop, I've seen enough." I hiccuped, but the reflection on the mirror changed again to reveal the image of Harry in the mens room of the hospital. His face was swollen, his hair is tussled and looks like it's been yanked at... a pure mess.

"Even Harry." He whispered. Seeing him lose control in public made me feel the need to puke. I love him and hate him so much, I can't tell the difference. My heart is aching so much, I can barely breath.

"You need to get back there, be with these people who love you and stop giving a fuck what everyone thinks of you." Eric commanded from behind me.

"It's not so easy... I can't do that." I cried from the floor.

"Damn it Riley, you can and you will! You're a hell of a lot stronger than I was, and you're a fighter. Do what you've gotta do, be the better person." He suggested.

"Thanks, Eric." I sighed, standing up and walking up to both doors. Door one, reality (or my hell), and Door two, the afterlife.

I positioned myself in front of the door I've chosen and sighed. I hope they can forgive me, I really do.

Harry's POV:

"Can I please see her, Mrs. Cutler?" I sob to Riley's mom. Her fathers eyes are full of anger and disgust, and his hand is quick to grab me by the collar of my t shirt.

"What makes you think you have the right?" He snarled in my face. "You're the reason she's in that bad." He says.

"Daddy, stop it!" Joni cries, pulling on her dads jacket. "Riley wouldn't want that, we all know it."

"She's right, John!" Trish sighs, prying her husband away. "You can have a few minutes, but we'd really like it if you keep your distance after this. We don't know when she's gonna wake up and--"

"I understand." I sniffle, heading towards her hospital room. As I get closer, I hear a continual beeping noise...a flatline? My feet sprint towards her room and I scream in horror. Riley's heart is stopped, and the heart monitor isn't beeping.

"Help!!!" I screamed, and nurses and doctors rushed into her room shouting 'code blue.' I know what a code blue is... Riley's going to die.

Notes

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