A/N: Hi everyone! This idea came to me one night when I was watching the Olympics, and I knew it would bug me until I put fingers to keyboard. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Have you ever closed your eyes and imagined that you're in another place, living a different life? Maybe you imagine you're lying on a beach, silky, golden sand sifting through your fingers, droplets of salty water on your tongue. Or maybe you imagine you're in a dappled grove, surrounded by greenery, multicoloured flowers dotted across the soft, velvety leaves. Or, do you imagine that you're living in a lavish mansion, plush cushions covering the soft, leather sofas, sparkling chandeliers hanging above fur rugs and slippery wooden floors. Maybe imagining helps you get away from life. Imagining is all Katie has left.
Katie liked to imagine. She would conjure up alternate worlds to explore. There'd be bright blue aliens, and dark pink skies. Sometimes she'd be a stunning princess, waiting for her handsome rescuer, others she'd be the heroine rushing to save the world. The subject would change depending on her mood. The days she really missed the boys, her thoughts would be dark, swarming with villainous creatures leering at her from the shadows of her mind. On good days, however, they'd be filled with sparkling unicorns, carrying her away from the dangerous depths of depression which threatened to steal her sometimes. Just like on the Worst Day...
Katie sat curled up on the armchair, chin resting on her bony knees. The boys had just left to go and get the groceries, so Katie took the rare, peaceful half hour to lose herself in her own swirling dreams. Today, she was a damsel in distress, awaiting the arrival of her handsome prince to free her from the fiery dragons keep. On the smoky horizon, she spotted a silvery horse, on his back a knight dressed in shining armour. Katie sighed, pressing her heart to her chest as the knight approached the dragon from behind, with stealth only a hunter could possess. As the knight drove his sword into the dragon's tail, she roared in pain. The knight produced a silver chain from his belt and threw it around the dragon, wrapping her up and pulling her to the ground. The dragon's roars became less and less powerful as she grew weaker, and soon gave up the struggle. Katie's eyes were fixed on the knight as he remounted his trusty steed and galloped towards the castle door. His heavy footsteps echoed around the stone stairwell as he raced up towards Katie's room. The damsel felt her heart swell as the door was thrown open. She threw herself into the knight's arms and he caught her light weight deftly.
"May I see the face of my rescuer?" The knight pulled his helmet off, to reveal his handsome features. Brown eyes set in a tanned face, pearly white teeth and a stunning smile. Katie smiled and leaned up to capture his so-
Katie's dream was interrupted by the door bursting open, the hinges creaking and screaming. Jennifer stood at the door, eyes watery, face deathly pale, hand clutching the black telephone.
"K-Katie, we've got to go. N-now."
"Mum, wha-" A heart wrenching sob racked Jennifer's whole body as she beckoned Katie out of the room.
"I-It's the boys. They've been in a t-terrible accident."
Logan stared at the chipped pavement in front of his feet, trying not to step on the cracks. Usually, he wasn't a very superstitious person, but today he just felt like he had to be cautious. He tried to block out Carlos' incessant babbling and the bickering between Kendall and James, so that he could concentrate on the cracks. Suddenly, a hard hand on his back knocked him off his rhythm, and he stood on a crack. After that, the faults were coming fast, and Logan, try as he might, couldn't avoid them. He sighed, giving up his task, and turned to Carlos.
"What."
"I was just wondering, if you died, say tomorrow, who would you give all of your stuff to?"
"Carlos, that is a stupid question," Logan replied, rubbing a hand across his face. "but if I do die tomorrow, my stuff most certainly won't be going to you." Carlos' face fell and he looked disappointed. He turned away from his friend, and sped up so he was walking in step with Kendall and James. Logan groaned, before looking out to the road before them. A black car seemed to be driving recklessly, and was travelling towards them at great speed.
"Erm, guys-" Logan muttered, grabbing James' arm.
"Not now, Logan. We're trying to stage an intellectual debate here." James replied, shrugging Logan off. Logan turned back to the road. The car seemed a lot closer now, and was still racing towards them. The boy shot a glance at his three friends, who were oblivious to the danger they were in. Logan's heart began pulsating faster and faster as the car became closer. He was rooted to the spot. What should he do?
"Guys. Guys!" Logan said, panic rising in his chest. He could see the driver now, a middle aged man with thinning hair and a small beard. A grin was plastered across his face. The driver knew he was about to die. So did Logan. The car was spinning closer. The other guys were still talking. People were screaming. Logan knew what he had to do. As his feet left the ground, he knew he'd done the right thing. As the car slammed into his chest, Logan knew he'd done the right thing. As the impact shattered all of Logan's bones, the boy knew he'd done the right thing.
How was it? I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading :)
thebestoftimes11 x
