Fourteen
Prince Henry
She collapsed on stage. There, in the bright lights at the documentary premiere, she fell. I caught her before she toppled off the stage. “Help!” I called. “Help, someone get an ambulance!”
There was a gasp from the crowd. I felt a tug on my shoulder from one of my guards, who was already on the phone with the hospital. They helped me carry Cecelia’s limp body off of the stage, and then onto the stretcher of the ambulance that came.
I didn’t remember the ride there. All I remembered was gripping her hand tightly, and hoping that she was okay. I shouldn’t have brought her. It was a documentary about the place that had ruined her life. Of course, it would have brought memories up of the horrible accident that took her parents. What an arse hole I was.
We arriv
