Thomas's Pov
Someone once told me that life's an endless circle of living and dying but here I am. For a split second I welcome death with open arms and enjoy its embrace but then I feel it let go. As soon as it lets go the pain comes back. It laughs and dances throughout my limbs. I try to move but someone seems to keep adding on the bricks as the weight becomes too much to bare. I try to focus on my surroundings but my brain is too busy walking through a haze to even cooperate with the rest of my body.
Tom's Pov
Can you please stop tormenting me with all this talk? but dad I…no buts Sybil I have this splitting headache because of you. Sybil reaches for the Advil in her coat pocket and hands the two tablets to me. I gladly take them from her and swallow with the bitter fountain water. The guilt is practically eating me alive she confesses. I almost spit out the water but I manage to finish swallowing. You're only thirteen Sybil what do you know about guilt? I know enough to…and besides it wasn't your fault I say as she glares at me for cutting her off again. I should of told you where I was. Wow she actually feels sorry for once. I know Sybil but now's not the time to regret I reply. I was with Danny. Sybil…we have to talk about this dad. What about George? What? He seems like a nice fellow. Ewww! that's incest. I just roll my eyes at her remark. I'm not saying for you to go out with him but for the two of you to be mates. He's so conceited. I don't care what he's like Sybil. Mary won't stop complaining about how the two of you don't get along. Fine I'll be nice to him but you owe me for this. I nod my head in agreement but I hope I won't regret this in the future. Is he going to be alright? Of course she would be the one to change the subject when we're talking about boys. I really hope so sweetheart. I lean in to kiss the top of her forehead as she wraps her arms around me.
Sybil's Pov
Of course my dad doesn't want to admit that I'm the reason Thomas is lying in a hospital bed. He always puts the blame on someone else and usually I don't mind but for some reason I feel the need to be the one held responsible. Sometimes I feel like I'm some kind of mistake. I'm the reason my mom's dead and now Thomas is probably fighting for his life too. Why won't they tell us anything? It takes time Sybbie for them to have the tests results my dad tells me. I used to like it when he called me Sybbie but now it's gotten a bit childish. As much as I hate it I don't have the heart to tell him. We've been here long enough they should at least tell us something. The doctor approaches my father as soon as those words escape my lips and I look away in embarrassment. Can I talk to you in private he says. Whatever you have to say to him you can say to me I yell. My father gives me a disapproving look but the doctor tells us it's fine. I think you should both sit down for this. As I go to sit down I reach for my dad's hand fearing the worst. As you already know Thomas was in a car accident and when we found him he wasn't conscious the doctor explains while I just nod my head. Thomas has a number of injuries such as some broken ribs and internal bleeding but that isn't our main concern. Our main concern is Thomas's head injury which he sustained during the accident. Pressure is building up in his brain and if that pressure isn't released…he could die I say and my dad squeezes my hand as the tears that I didn't realize were falling continue to fall.