Oliver Sykes || Rawwwrr! || Part One

Oliver Baker's POV
that night, i cried myself to sleep. things with Oli were going bad.
it was like we were a train about to derail. we both knew what was coming, but we couldn't pull the breaks; we didn't have enough strength to stop it.
i knew i had to do it. i had to break up with him. i mean, i knew i was terrible at relationships too, partly because i had never been in one.
sure, now i was destined to die alone, listening to old jazz records, but at least i had experienced the worst thing i could create in my life: love.
as i slept, i had a dream. it was a terrible dream.
Oli had pulled the quits on our relationship, admitting he never really loved me. i know it was a dream, but it felt so real. Oli then moved back to Sheffield, and never kept in touch or anything.
it tore my world apart.
i ended up being some depressed, cynical person with suicidal thoughts.
and in the very end, those thoughts became reality, yet still in a dream.
i woke up crying.
i was shaking, kinda like a panic attack. i've never had a panic attack before, and i hoped this wasn't one.
i looked over at Oli, sleeping peacefully with half his body hanging out the bed. i looked around at the room and the walls looked as if they were closing in. my chest caved in and i could barely breath. i clutched my stomach and tried taking deep breaths, which didn't really help. i then decided i needed help.
i looked back at Oli and grabbed his arm, repeatedly shaking it over and over again, hoping he would wake.
"mmmnerrrh, i'm sleeping." he moaned, opening one eye and looking at me. he saw the panic on my face and heard my heavy, laboured breathing. i clutched my stomach even harder, digging my nails into my skin, probably making it bleed.
"what's wrong love?" he asked, sitting upright and putting his arms around me. i couldn't speak. my words came as short, sharp gasps. Oli looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"hospital, now." he said quickly, pulling me out of the bed and carrying me outside to the car. he picked up the keys on the way out, almost dropping them.
"fuck." he mumbled, as he fumbled with the keys at the car door. he was never good at opening car doors. once he had finally opened up the doors, he gently put me down on the passenger seat as he got in the drivers seat. i had never really trusted Oli with driving, it was kinda a health hazard for me.

the drive to the hospital was a complete blur. i saw some early fashes of light from the morning sun, but i may have mistaken them for those flashes you get when your about to die.
i thought i was going to die. my breathing got heavier and heavier by each breath i took, and i felt like passing out.
Oli just kept reassuring me that it'd be alright, his voice sounding God-sent, but his face looking pale and worried. i wanted to believe what he said, but i don't think i could.
'Oliver, it's going to be alright.'
'nothing's going to happen to you while i'm here.'
'just hold on, love.'
'look, we're alomost there.'
heheld my hand tightly as he stopped the car infront of the emergency room, and i clutched his even tighter. i looked over at Oli again, "look Oliver, we're here com-OLIVER! OLIVER NO!" he shouted, as i felt my head go limp and my eyesight go.
"don't do this to me."

Oli Sykes' POV
"don't do this to me." i whispered, as picked her up from the car and rushed her inside the hospital.
"HELP! I NEED HELP!" i shouted, as i noticed Oliver's breathing decrease, slow down, and eventually almost disappear. two nurses and a doctor came out, put Oliver on a stretcher and took her away behind two big doors. i wish i could follow, but i knew i couldn't.
all i could do was the most appropriate thing possible; i sat on the ground, and cried.
i had pulled my knees to my chin and wrapped my arms around my legs. i felt like i was a little kid again. the last time i cried like this-well, cried at all-was when i was five, and a really big, fat minger stole my green stuffed toy dinosaur.
i never got him back, and i'm afraid i'll never get Oliver back either.
i guess i looked kinda weird, sitting on the floor and clutching my legs to my chest, wearing just my boxer shorts, a singlet and slippers, but i didn't care. all i cared about was Oliver.
she was in some surgery room, fighting for her life, while i sat here, able to do nothing.
i was losing my other half, and all i could do was NOTHING?
i looked around at all the other people, their faces full of the same panic as mine. one thing we all DIDN'T have in commen, wasthey all had someone loved by their side. someone to comfort them. me however, i had no one.
was i going to die like this, with no one by my side?