(I am about to give you all a piece of sound advice:
Don't ever, ever, EVER fuck up your health.
Seriously, as far as I know, none of you are in the same situation as me. Don't GET into the same situation as me. It's sickening. I feel horrid.
And on that note... Alexa, by "Final Fantasy story"... Final Fantasy isn't Final. It keeps going, much like what this will be doing, until I think of a really good multi-chapter story or insanely long oneshot to write.
Each chapter will be about a different person/different people.
Characters © Nintendo(actually, it's Atlus, isn't it? ...but Nintendo makes the game. I'M CONFUSED.)
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Stories of Our Lives
Chapter One- Greg and Sidney: Crash
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"I got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty, so--"
"Greg... it's a Saturn, and it'll seat five until Mom makes us go grocery shopping. You can stop singing now."
"Ugh. Fine, Sidney... killjoy."
Sidney smiled as Greg reluctantly silenced himself, letting the car roll to a stop as they approached a red light.
Annoyed by the silence, Greg turned on the radio.
-I got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty, so---
Greg's eyes immediately lit up as he grinned. Sidney's face fell.
"Oh, God... Greg, please turn it off."
"No."
"Please."
"Absolutely not. This is the single coolest thing that's happened to me since I got my license last week. The song stays on."
"But it sucks!"
"The driver says no."
"Stupid obstinate pig..."
"It runs in--"
"Green light, Greg."
The car went forward.
"--in the family."
"...alright, I'll give you that."
After the song finally ended, Greg allowed Sidney to change the radio station. ("But there's no point anymore; the song's over! ...whatever. Thanks, Greg.")
They were listening to Jack FM(despite Greg's protests; "They only play songs from the seventies!" "And do you think the B-52's are really that much more recent, Greg?") when they approached an uncontrolled intersection...
"...Greg, slow down, you're going too fast..."
"I'm going the speed limit, Sidney."
"You're going too fast."
"Sidney, you're being stubborn again."
"I'm asking you to slow down by like, five mi--"
It happened so fast; the car suddenly went sideways, accompanied by the sickening sound of metal crushing against metal--
"Oh God--!"
The car jolted to a stop as the other side of the vehicle smashed into a streetlight post.
Greg heard the other car hastily speed off.
"...oh God..." he murmured, his hazel eyes wide with fright. "Oh God... that was so- oh God... ...at least we're okay... right, Sidney?"
There was an unnerving silence...
"...Si... Sidney?"
Greg slowly turned to face his brother--
"Sidney!!"
Sidney sat limply in his seat, his head rolled to the side; his body was tightly pinned between the seat and the smashed metal that used to be the car door. Blood poured from a gash in the side of his head...
"Sidney! Sidney!!"
Greg quickly undid his seatbelt, then reached over, seizing his younger brother's shoulders...
"Damnit, Sidney, answer me!"
Greg's cell phone began to ring; he quickly answered it, a wave of panic washing over him--
"Greg, where are you two?! You said you'd be back home by--"
"M-Mom...?! Mom, we need help! We- we just got hit, and Sidney, there's--"
"You what? Where are you?! Have you called the police yet?"
"N-no... but- Mom, Sidney, it's Sidney, he's bleeding, he's got a head injury and he won't-- he won't wake up--!"
"Oh, no... Greg, just hold on, okay? I'm going to call an ambulance... where are you now?"
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"You're sure that's all you can remember about the accident?"
"Y-yeah..."
Greg and his mother were standing in the hallway of the local hospital. Although Greg was obviously very distressed, he was still able to answer the police officer's questions about what had happened nearly an hour and a half ago.
"Alright... since the accident was in a residential area, we'll ask some of the people there if they saw the other car. If nobody saw it, then we'll just ask the local repair shops to contact us in case someone comes in with excessive front-end damage. Hit-and-run is a serious offense--"
A doctor stepped out into the hallway; she approached the three people standing in the hall, a clipboard in her hand.
"He's awake; but he won't answer any questions, he just keeps muttering that he needs to see Greg--"
Greg was in the room before she had even finished the final word.
"Sidney?!"
Sidney's eyes were half-open; he turned his head slightly to face Greg as the elder twin rushed to his brother's side.
"Greg..."
"I'm here, Sidney..."
"Greg... you..."
"...what?"
"...you idiot!!"
Sidney's fist suddenly connected with Greg's face.
"Ow!! What the hell, Sidney?!"
"This is why I said to slow down!" Sidney yelled, glaring at Greg as he sat upright. "If you had been going even just five miles slower this wouldn't have happened!"
Sidney took a deep breath. Greg prepared himself for a guilt trip...
"Now we only have one car! What are we going to do?! Mom's not going to let us drive the minivan!"
For a few seconds, Greg was shocked into silence.
But eventually, he couldn't help it; Greg broke down into a fit of giggles. Sidney soon followed suit, and when their mother walked in, they were still laughing uncontrollably, their faces a bright shade of red.
"...it's just a stupid car..." Greg finally spoke once he was able to breathe, a smile still on his face. "It doesn't really matter, does it?"
"No," Sidney agreed. "It doesn't matter at all."
Their mother smiled.
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The head wound hadn't really been that serious; a few stitches in Sidney's scalp fixed the problem.
Their mother was driving them home when Sidney suddenly removed his glasses, examining them thoroughly.
"What is it, Sidney?" Greg queried.
"...I get a head wound, but my glasses are perfectly intact... how does that happen?"
"...well, you are a freak of nature, Sidney," Greg grinned.
"Oh yeah? Well, guess what, Greg?! It runs in the family!"
Greg laughed.
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(Chapter one complete.
Chapter two should be up soon... a little thing about Derek... chapter three will be a secret for now... and I may start a new multichapter story soon!
Please review!)