yes this is really short. its late, but i wanted to post this. tell me what you think and i'll continue
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He couldn't think he couldn't see he couldn't breathe. It was all spiraling, snowballing into the bigger picture. Sinking, imprinting itself in the young Strider's mind, the thought embedded itself in the forefront of his thoughts. He tried to scream, but he couldn't find the required air. His raw fingers grasped at the phone, trembling and quivering, much like his squeak of a voice. No, this couldn't be happening. No, this would never occur. No, he could not be left alone. No.
John Egbert could not be dead. He couldn't.
A wracking sob escaped the blonde boy as his legs failed, bringing him crashing to the ground. He whimpered softly, his hands loosely wrapped around the phone. His head tilted upwards to the heavens, eyes scanning his ceiling as though deciphering whether it was real or not. Truthfully, he couldn't tell. He couldn't even tell which way was up anymore. Everything seemed to be falling.
John had been shot in the head, one little metal scrap piercing a life. Altering so many others. Breaking, shattering only one, and the owner of that timeline was none other than Dave Strider.
Dave's mind shut down. Nothing seemed to be working, only vaguely could he hear a loud scream of some sort. All of the sudden his brain kicked back into focus and all senses blared a vividness of no other, and he realized the scream of terror was his own. He wailed, clawing at the ground. The only word he could utter was in pure disbelief that those sea blue eyes and buckteeth were gone forever. Gone. And he never had the chance to tell the boy he was sorry.
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if i do chapters will be 6x longer than this ^-^