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Cassandra's POV

We were just now getting onto the main road on our way to the hospital where Lily is. I still can't believe I agreed to do this.

In a way I feel like I'm doing the right thing because she has been there for ten years but then again, I feel like a horrible person because I'm killing an innocent child. I would have never agreed to it if she didn't personally ask me to.

"Okay, please tell me what the hell is going on?" Zayn asked looking nervous from the drivers side.

"To be honest, I really don't know." I sighed shifting in my seat to get comfortable.

"Well then, why exactly are we going to a hospital to see a half dead girl?" He asked looking over at me.

I thought about it for a second asking myself if I should really tell him or not.

"We're going to set her free." I said knowing he'd understand.

It was silent after that. Only my steady breathing could be heard.

We drove for probably twenty minutes in silence before we pulled up to the hospital. Zayn parked the vehicle as close to the building as he could before we got out and headed for the door.

The building was white with a tan trim lining the outer edge. The parking lot was surprisingly not full, only a few cars scattered the lot as we walked through the revolving doors.

The first thing you see is a big tree with birds painted above the large leaves that covered the wall. It then hit me, this is a children's hospital.

After admiring the beautiful art work me and Zayn headed for the front desk where a lady with short curly brown hair sat typing away on a computer.

"Hello." I greeted the woman who looked to be in her late fifties.

"Hello, Dear. How may I help you?" She asked in a thick british accent.

I had almost forgotten that I was actually in London and no longer in Thaxton, Mississippi anymore.

"Um, yes. I'm looking for Lily Styles' room." I said looking into her big brown eyes which were covered by a pair of cat eye glasses.

"Lily Styles?" She repeats my words.

"Yes, Lily Styles. Is there something wrong?" I wondered raising a brow.

"Oh, no. It's just no one has visited her in almost nine years... We figured her brother must have died for he used to come and see her almost everyday." She told me pushing her glasses further up her nose.

"Oh... Well, who is paying her bills?" I asked seeking the answer.

"Her brother put down enough money for her to be put on life support for ten years. We thought it was crazy wasting all that money when the doctors clearly told him there was no hope for her. If she didn't wake up within a month then she never would." She replied.

"But isn't the ten years almost up?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"In a few months, yes." I knew exactly what would happen once her time was up, they wouldn't let her go on.

"But anyway, you didn't hear all that from me alright?" The lady who's name tag read Martha warned.

"Of course." I replied.

"And her room number is three-one-two." She said pointing towards the elevators.

With that we headed for the lift to take us to the third level where Lily's body lays wasting away.

Once in the elevators Zayn pushed button '3'. We both leaned against the back wall of the lift relaxing to the soft music that played in the background. Seconds later we came to a stop. Then the two silver doors parted letting us out of the small space.

We turned a corner going down a quite a long hallway, the door numbers reading '309', '310', '311' and before I knew it I was standing in front of '312'.

Steps away from Lily. Minutes away from her death and seconds away from seeing her for the first time in her human body.

I look to Zayn, him nodding to me before I grasp the door knob slowly opening the heavy hospital door it making a creaky noise as the halls fall silent.

Once both of us are fully in the room and standing before her bed my mouth wants to hit the floor from what lays in front of me.

A young girl, well I should say lady, lays peacefully in her bed with brown curls cascading down the front of her sheets. She has soft features and a small frame for what I can see. I almost want to walk out and say we have the wrong room but once my eyes caught the end of the bed where a chart is hanging with the name,

'Lily Styles

Date of birth: August 12th 1997 Admitted to Saint Merry's Children's Hospital: May 7th 2004

Injuries: third degree burns on face, arms, legs and chest'

I know that in fact, we're in the right room.

"Please tell me I'm not the only one that thinks she looks a hell of a lot like you?" Zayn's voice spoke sounding worried and shocked.

I look at Lily again knowing good and well that indeed she does look an awful lot like me.

"You're not... I see it too." My breathing completely stopped and my heart started to pound as the all too familiar raspy voice that I wish to have never met spoke.

Chills ran down my spine as I slowly turned around to face the awful man.

"Cassandra." I look him right in the eyes.

"Harry." I bit back.

"Oh, not happy to see me are you?" He asked with a smirk I wished to slap off.

"Not at all." I replied taking a step back.

Zayn looked pissed probably remembering the hits he took from him not long ago.

"Little sassy aren't we? Been hanging around Zaynie a bit too much?" He teased making Zayn clench his fists shut

"I'll break your pretty face if you don't shut the heck up." Zayn spoke through gritted teeth.

"Whatever you say, pretty boy." Harry smirked laughing to himself.

I could hear Zayn's heavy breathing from across the room. I knew if I didn't do something soon someone was gonna get hurt.

"What are you doing here?" I ask the first thing that comes to mind.

Harry took his attention off of a fuming Zayn and turned to me.

"Coming to see my sister, what are you doing?" He asked taking a few steps closer making me want to back up against the wall but I held back from doing so.

"Setting her free." I replied now having to look up at him from the height difference.

"I don't think so, Baby girl." His lips turned up into a crooked smile.

"And why not? She's begging to die, she doesn't want to be here anymore, Harry." I spoke glancing over at her.

"Don't say that." He said looking at her tearing eyed.

"It's true-"

"Don't!" He yells making the room fall silent.

"She's all I have left... She's not allowed to die, I forbid it." Harry told us standing before her and brushing her long curling brown hair.

"Life doesn't work like that Harry... It's time to let her go." I slowly started to pull his hands away from her.

"Set her free." I whispered in his ear.

I waved to Zayn telling him to find a plug to one of the machines and unplug it. I didn't know if it would work but I was hoping it would. I slowly backed away when the loud beeping could be heard, her heart beat was slowing down fast 'til it was a flat line.

"I'm sorry, Lily." I say as I see her body take one last breath of air before her chest falls still.

"What have you done?!" Harry yells shaking his baby sister trying to wake her up but it's too late.

"It had to be done-"

"You killed her!" He cried turning to me tears streaming down his red face.

"You killed my sister!" He shouts running over to me and shoving me against the hospital wall, his face now only inches from mine.

"You killed her." He breaths in my face.

I closed my eyes saying,

"She was already dead." When I reopened my eyes I see Zayn pulling Harry away from me and towards the window pinning him to it.

"Run, Cassandra!" Zayn yells as he has Harry in a head lock.

"Pull the car around back, I'll meet you there." He shouts over Harry's grunting and cursing.

I turn to run out the door but I'm stopped by a voice.

"Don't listen to him, Cassie. He's a crazier then I am..." When I turn to look at him his eyes plead for me to believe him but my gut tells me not to.

"I don't think that's humanly possible." With that I run out the door hoping not to run into a doctor who had heard the beeping machine.

I take the stairs running down them as fast as I possibly can then running out of the lobby not looking back knowing deep inside me that I'm doing the right thing.

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All I'm saying is the crap is about to hit the fan

And please don't comment things like " how does she look like her when she had blonde hair???" Or " I'm pretty sure that wouldn't happen" because if you do I will mentally delete your comment (because I'm to lazy to actually delete it) but of you're confused just keep reading my updates and you'll understand

ONLY SIX MORE CHAPTERS LEFT

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