AAAAAAUUUGGGGHHHHH! Guess who accidentally clicked cancel while finishing up the last sentence of this chapter? Oh my god I'm literally crying right now... enjoy.

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It was a beautiful sight. There were cherry trees all along the hill, the smell of strawberries in the air. Everything was tinted pink, the tree bark, the grass, the lake, even the ominous figure that I hadn't noticed yet. Everything was calm, and I was a peace. I felt happy, alone and... safe? Yes, I was safe.
Wait, ominous figure? My heart skipped a beat as I looked in it's direction. Everything's ok! No but... "Hello kind person!" I shouted. "Would you care to join me on this beautiful day?" No... that wasn't me. I'm not that happy, I have depression. No, I had depression. Everything's ok. No it's not! Yes! It was as if a optimist and a pessimist were arguing in my mind over a glass with half a cup of water in it. Everything IS FINE. Finally, the pessimist backed down and I went back to enjoying the day. To enjoy the scent of strawberries coming right from the cherry tree.

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I was confused. Why did Blu need my help? And why did it seemed so rushed? She always used proper grammar, but this was weird. What in the world was "it"? She should be fine, as she was surrounded by people from the accident in the woods. The accident that was... cleared an hour ago. Crap.
I grabbed my coat and ran outside, right to the woods. There was no one else around, but I wasn't alone. I could feel the space somehow being filled up by an unseen force. Even though the sun was covered, it seemed too dark, getting darker and darker as I neared the woods. When I was many yards away, a flash of movement caught my eye. Still running, I saw a figure, Blu, being help up by a root or branch of a tree. Before my brain could process what was happening, the root let go, sending her tumbling down.
"Blu!" I screamed, running over to her. Her head was cracked open and her arm was bent at an odd angle. However, my vidion focused on her head, as it was pouring out blood. I ripped a strip of cloth from my shirt and wrapped it around her head, trying to keep the red liquid away. I dialed 911 and screamed our location into the phone, breaking into tears.
"It's ok," I mumbled after I hung up, "it's just a small head wounds, thoses always bleed a lot for no reason." I saw her phone arms length away, so I grabbed it, seeing that the screen was horribly cracked.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to move," a kind voice said behind me. When I turned, there were ambulances and police cars all around, sirens screaming. As the hospital was only three miles away, it probably only took them five minutes to get here, but it felt like hours. Two women came by with a stretcher and they loaded Blu onto it, carefully running back to an ambulance.
Running after them, I was stopped by a man in a police uniform. "Relationship to the girl?" he asked suspiciously. "Boyfriend, roomate, best friend," I replied, staring at her over his shoulder. He gave me an apologetic look and stepped aside, letting me pass so I could get into the vehicle. I sat down next to her and looked out the window so I didn't have to watch the doctors reajust her arm.
"Sir, could you please tell me about the girl?" a nurse asked softly, sitting down in front of me with a clipboard. "Her name is Blu Mary Stone. She is 24 and lives with me, Luke Ryan Carston." I told the lady all about her the whole way to the hospital. She only repeated information about her to me in past tense once, as I yelled at her saying that she would be there in the future.
I couldn't tell you anything about going into the hospital. All I remembered was that they put me in the waiting room while they went to go fix my Blu. In that waiting room, I let all of the events catch up to me, the pain of everything setting in. I briefly remember them taking her phone so that they could contact family members later. I remember breaking down again, crying so much that babies would be jealous.
Then I thought. I thought about how I would explain this to the doctors, without any proof. But then I thought about how Blu and I were worried about the property defacing in my neighborhood, so we put up a camera to keep an eye on our car. And then I thought about how right behind the parking lot with our car was the woods, and how the camera got a clear veiw of Blu and the tree.

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So, do you like the Luke's perspective change? Let me know! The first part is Blu's by the way. I did write more on my second try this time, so that's good. I'm sorry if I killed anyone with the cliffhanger. I wasn't really feeling the writing vibe, you know? So, do you like it? Please give me honest feedback, even if you say my work is complete crap, just tell me why. Also, go ahead and point out any mistakes you find, whether it be grammatical or story element, just tell me. The next chapter may take a little while, as I need to look up stuff about concussions... Well, byesies!