Jacoby's POV

Everyone was together for the first time in months. We needed to decide whether it was time to pull the plug or leave Bree lying in a hospital bed, lifeless.

"We can't just let her die Matt" I said.

"Coby, neither do I, but she is just laying there, she's a vegetable, it's better to just put her out of her misery"

" You don't know that!" Jimmy yelled.

"Jimmy, we all know this is something that we don't want to do, but money is becoming a bigger and bigger issue every day that goes by, even if no one will admit that they are struggling, and if there is no possibility of her waking up why bother with it?" Matt stated.

We all nodded silently. We knew it was true even if no one would admit that letting her go would be the best decision. Hell it was the only thing we could do at this point.

We called the doctor after we agreed on what we were about to do.

"Have you made your decision?" He asked.

"Yes we have, we have decided to take her off life support tomorrow" I said holding back the tears that wanted to fall.

He nodded and scribbled something on her chart then told us to be here for 9 am tomorrow.


That night we all stayed up laying out funeral arraignments. I called her parents letting them know about the situation, but they refused to take part, and said they would not be at the funeral. Then I called our friends and broke the news.



The next morning we all piled in our cars and made our way to the hospital. Once we all got there we piled into her room and waited. Time seemed to stand still as we waited for the doctor's arrival. When he finally entered the room, we all fell silent.

"Ok so before I start I want to explain the process so that you understand what is about to happen." He said slowly

"First we will remove her feeding tube, and her breathing tube which is hooked up to the ventilator, to see if it is possible for her to breath on her own for any amount of time. If not then we will remove the IV which contains the medication to keep the swelling down, and her pain medication. We will leave the heart monitor attached until the process is complete, then we will remove that as well. But in the event that she does breathe on her own, then there is a slight chance of recovery, and we will start up her medications again. Does everyone understand?" He asked.

We all took a deep breath at we watched him remove the feeding tube and the breathing tube. As everyone waited for any sign of life left in her it slowly became only a dream of ours that she would ever wake up. after several minutes of waiting she did not take a single breath on her own. The doctor nodded at the nurses who began to remove the two IV's from both her arms. We stood there and watched the waves on the heart monitor get smaller and smaller, we stood there watching the life be drain from her small body until the line went flat. The room was silent for only mere moments before cries could be heard. Today there was no 'sucking up' or 'manning up' because we had all just lost someone who meant the world to each and every one of us.

We all knew that Bree wanted to be cremated, and her ashes put in her favorite guitar, and we decided to honor that wish and take it a step further and mount that very guitar in our studio so that she will always be part of our music.

That weekend was the longest weekend of my life. Besides her funeral I never left my couch. I didn't eat, didn't sleep, and barely spoke to anyone besides myself. The reality of her being gone forever just hit me so hard. I loved her so much and letting her go was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

That night I promised myself that I would never love anyone the way I loved Bree again. My mind agreed with that, but I wasn't sure my heart could keep that promise.