Hello there reader! This will seem VERY angsty at the beginning, but i promise it will get much much better and even have some comedy thrown in. i hope to have regular updates coming out every few weeks and i have about 4 chapters already planned/written. thank you so much for reading and enjoy!

"I'm sorry." This phrase can really hold a lot of meaning to it. It can be a plead for forgiveness, or merely a meager excuse to try and get yourself out of trouble. But today, for a lonely boy named John Egbert, it was the end of his world.

Everything had passed by him in a blur. His brilliant blue eyes looked over to his mother who sat in the seat beside him. The car's ac blasted warm air as the beginnings of fall were upon them. A smile slowly slipped onto his face and he turned back to face the window.

His mother really was a lot like him, her hair was long and thick, running down her shoulders and onto the nape of her neck, the deep raven black being on his own head as well, though much more messy as he liked the look. That and he could never get rid of his cow lick for the life of him. Her frame was curvy and beautiful, Slender shoulders with a few freckles dotting the pale skin, her own dark blue eyes matching John's.

He took on his father's look with a wide chest and decently broad shoulders, though he had yet to grow into much of his looks yet, being only 13. A wide smile sat on his face for it was his favorite day of the year, April 13th. Though a child's birthday is always their favorite time of year, a whole day dedicated to them.

John's plans, which he came up with himself, was a nice lunch with his mother, who he never gets to do since she always was working. In her defense, she was co-head of the Betty Crocker Corporation. Once lunch was finished, he would arrive home where much of his family would be waiting to celebrate the special day. He was nearly bouncing in his seat with anticipation.

The world came into a crashing halt as his heart stopped for a moment. Loud screeching filled his ears and the sound of crunching metal came soon after. He felt a body cover him as the world flipped and turned until he didn't know which way was up.

The chaos suddenly stopped and his eyes were squeezed shut. There was a deathly silence that filled the world, everything going quiet, everything still. For just a single moment, John had a fleeting thought, that everything was ok. He slowly opened his eyes, his body sensing that he was upside down the way gravity pulled heavily on his shoulders. He could hear sirens ringing in the distance though he had his mother around him.

"Mom..?" his voice was creaky and a heavy rock settled in his stomach. He wasn't sure why until he felt a warm liquid running down his arm and seeping into his shirt.

"Mom?" he spoke louder this time, trying to struggle from his spot in his seat, feeling the liquid running up his chin and the blood rushed to his head. He reached up and dabbed at the liquid, his fingers coming back a deep rose red. "Mom!" he yelled this time, bringing her close and looking her over, though she was heavy and wasn't moving and though he prayed she was merely unconscious, the rock in his stomach only grew heavier.

Panic grew within him and his eyes looked up to the windshield, seeing large shatters and cracks and when he looked down to his mother's back, he could see where one of the shards had landed. He wanted to scream for help, but his voice was lost. Hot tears started to run down his face and slowly but surely he started to call out, eventually screaming until the sirens were louder than him.

He felt arms wrap around him and he saw someone on the other side of him slowly try and pry open his mother's crumpled door. He writhed and screamed, sharp pain running through his stomach, trying to stay with his mother until he was cut away from the car and placed on a stretcher where he was restrained.

He slowly gave in, panting and sobbing as he tried his damndest to get one last glimpse of his mom before the pure white doors of the ambulance shut at his feet. The small prick of the needle going into his arm was nothing compared to the ripping pain in his stomach. He forced himself not to look down for the longest time but once he started to feel the anesthetic put him under, he took one look and saw a bloody gaping wound in his stomach, starting to be tended to, equal to the height where the shard of glass hit his mother. He hardly had time to cry before he fell under the sweet releasing spell of the drugs.

So, back to the current time. Something reached John's ears. His world was black but the sound was clear as day, a small, weak groaning. Whimpers accompanied it and it went on for a small while, but it quickly got annoying. He slowly pried open his eye to tell whoever was making the noise to stuff it before realizing he was the one making the sound. Bright white was the first thing that met his eyes. A sharp, throbbing ache reached his body in full force and he whined, slowly starting to push himself up. He then realized this was a terrible idea and he flopped back down.

Instead of investigating where he was, he tried to remember what happened. The memories hit him like a wave, smashing over him and instantly he heard his heart rate monitor go up but he could hardly care. Fear ran through him and adrenaline forced him to shift up, the needles ripping from his arm painfully as he ripped the clip from his finger, his monitor flat lining to a long beep.

He stood up but collapsed to the floor, hitting the cold tile harshly on his shoulder, a yelp of pain coming from him while his stomach ripped in pain, something actually ripping as blood pooled onto the floor. Two nurses instantly came in and helped him up, much to his disdain.

"Where's my mom?!" he yelled at them, struggling to get to his feet again, adrenaline dulling the pain in his stomach. Both nurses remained silent besides sweetly asking him to lay down. Once he was forced down and the clip was back on his finger, the nurse lifted his gown, checking his stomach. Worry flickered in her eyes and she told the other to page the doctor.

"Where is my mom?!" He asked more forcefully, gripping the sheets tightly. The nurse looked down then slowly shifted up, reaching to his forehead and brushing the bangs from his face. The movement was familiar, a soothing motion that he'd known of since he was little. He instantly shoved the hand away and she sighed, shaking her head. "Your father will be in here shortly."

John felt the lump in his stomach come back, heavier now. He bit the inside of his lip, feeling the tears welling up. "Is she in a coma? Oh god is she alive?! Tell me please is she alive?!" Though John felt as though he knew the answer, he absolutely denied this fact, she couldn't be dead! Soon enough the doctor came in and with worry still settled in him, he reluctantly laid back down, letting them pump more drugs into his system, sending him under once more, a small mumble still reaching his ears before all went dark.

"I'm sorry."