chapter 25:
"Scarlet?" I heard a voice call.
The voice was faint behind my sharp, heavy breaths and cries.
I had been in the stall for what felt like hours, days.
"Scarlet? I know you're in here."
I saw feet walk past the stall I was in.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out.
"Scarlet." The voice said it once more, worried.
"I'm here." I coughed out.
The feet stopped infront of the stall.
"Can you open up, please?"
I lifted up my arm, and slid open the lock.
The door flew open, revealing my mothers body.
"Come out." She said.
"I don't want to." I stuck my head back inbetween my knees.
"Would you rather spend the rest of your brothers life in here, or with him?"
The rest of my brothers life.
That should be years. Many years.
Not only hours, maybe even minutes.
I looked up.
My eyes were beat red, and swollen.
My mom noticed I wasn't getting up, and sat next to me.
"I know it's hard." She began to tear.
"How can it not be?!" I yelled. "He's my only brother!"
"We all lose someone. My mom died when I was only 16."
"Well, losing someone sucks." I coughed.
"I know. It's not supposed to be fun or easy." She put her arm around me, rubbing my back.
"I don't want to lose him, mom." 
"Neither do I, or your father, or Emily. We've been with him all day,
and he knows that we love him. And we know he loves us. He'll always be in our hearts,
Scarlet. That is what matters most."
"But it won't be the same. I won't have a brother I used to make mud pies with anymore.
Or a brother to fight with, or a big brother to stand up for me." I started to cry again.
This time my mom wrapped her whole body around me,
hugging me tightly.
"We'll get through this. Noah wants you to be happy. So be it." She whispered into my ear.
She began to cry, too. 
We sat on the bathroom floor in the hospital, crying together.
But, she was right.
I needed to spend the last moments of his life with my brother.
"Are you ready to go back?" She asked.
"Yeah. I think so." I took in a deep breath, unlocking my knees.
I got up, and walked to the mirror.
I washed my face, getting rid of the black marks, and wet my frizzed hair.
My phone rang.
I looked at the contact, Adam.
I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to talk to anyone.
I ignored the call, and got ready to walk out.
"You're not going to answer that?" My mom asked.
"No. It's not important. Let's go."
I walked out of the bathroom following my mom.
The phone in my hand began to ring again once we were down the hall
from Noah's room.
Adam.
I ignored the call, sending Adam to voicemail.
A message popped up: You Have One New Voice Message. Listen Now?
I hit the end button, and shut off my phone.