New story

So this is my first blog. And the beginning to a story.

I looked at her pale, lifeless face and her figure started to blur. I turned and buried my face into Tyrone's coat. I tried to choke back my tears, but they came freely. He kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer to him.
My best friend was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. I would never be the same. I choked on my spit, quite loudly, so Tyrone picked me up and swept me into his arms, and carried me away from the open grave. I cried myself to sleep, right there in his arms. When I woke up, Tyrone was sitting down up against a tree, and it was dark with lots of stars in the sky.
"Hey, beautiful." he said as he kissed me. I smiled. And then everything came rushing back and I quickly let the night air into my lungs and rested my head on Tyrone's chest.
"Tyrone, do you think I will see Abigail again?" I asked. He was silent for a few minutes. "Do you think there is a heaven?"
"I'm not sure, Trinitey." I punched him lightly "What?!" He protested
"I told you, I hate that name."
"And I told you, I think it's pretty." I grunted and he laughed.
Suddenly, a twig snapped. Tyrone's head shot up and his beautiful smile fell. I started shaking, like I always do when I'm scared. I wish I could help it, but I can't. He grabbed my hands to stop their shaking and slowly stood up, with me still in his arms.
"Put me down," I whispered. Tyrone did so, and he peeked around a tree. We both saw a dark figure, standing there in the mist of the park. Tyrone turned with his back to the tree, I did the same. When we both had the guts to turn around to see where the stranger was, he was right in front of us. I screamed and grabbed Tyrone's hand. I ran in the opposite direction, but Tyrone's hand slipped from mine. I turned and he was sinking onto the ground.
"TYRONE!!!" A knife was in his stomach. I looked around but the stranger had disappeared. I shakily pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911. "Yes, I have an emergency at Westridge park. I need an ambulance."
"What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Well my boyfriend has been stabbed and I need an ambulance."
"Is he breathing?"
"Yes, Ma'am! And I need an ambulance!!" I said getting impatient. "There is blood everywhere!!"
"Very well, we will send an ambulance as soon as possible." Then she hung up. Gosh, what did I need to do to get some medical attention around here?? I looked at Tyrone, his face was twisted in pain, just the way Abigail's looked as she was dying in front of me, with nothing I could do. Tears started streaming down my face as I held Tyrone's head in my hands. I kissed his lips and he was silent.
"Tyrone... Tyrone, talk to me, baby. Stay with me. Stay with me." Then he slipped into unconsciousness. I then heard the sirens and stood up and started yelling for them to get their sorry butts over here. Well, I didn't exactly say that, I was just screaming, really. They came over and put him on a stretcher and into the ambulance. I started to go in to sit with him, but the medics protested, and said I couldn't.
"Why the heck not?!?" they still just shook their heads. I threw up my hands and ran off to his car. I had stolen his keys earlier so he wouldn't leave me (not that he would anyway, but I did just in case) and I drove to the hospital.

I reached the hospital before the medics did. "Geez, I really need to get out of this town." I thought. As soon as he was admitted into a room, I went to the lady at the desk.
"Tyrone Campbell." I said.
"Are you family?" She asked. I swore under my breath. They wouldn't let me in unless I was family.
"Yes," I lied. "I'm his sister." She was silent for a minute, looking at something on the computer.
"Tyrone Campbell doesn't have a sister." She said, looking at me from the top of her pink reading glasses.
"Yes he does, I'm his long lost sister, lady. Just let me into the damn room!" I said as I pounded my fist on the table, rustling her papers. She looked at me like she had never heard someone swear at her before and then she gave me the room number. I sprinted up 2 flights of stairs which was faster than the elevator. I burst into his room, shoving his keys into my pocket and pushing my hair out of my face. He was still unconscious. Doctor Bristow was standing by his bed looking at some papers.
"Doctor Bristow?" I said.
"He's going to be fine, Trinitey. Don't worry. And you can stay as long as you like."
"Thanks doctor." I smiled at him and he walked out of the room.