Title: Far Below

Summary: They were all worried… all concerned. Maybe I was wrong. But still… haven't I failed?

Warnings: not much, really. Let me know if you find anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters in this story.

Second chapter in my supposed-to-be-one-shot.

&&:: Far Below ::&&

The bright light tore across my vision like a knife. My head was pounding loudly and my body was numb. I couldn't believe how cold I was; it felt as though I had walked to the North Pole in swimming trunks. I glanced down, looking at the many blankets that covered me. One… two… three… four… five. Five thick, quilt blankets, trying desperately to warm me.

Slowly I sat up in the bed, glancing around. I was in a room, on a tall bed. It was plain, with only the bed and a bookshelf filled with a random assortment of books. A closet door lay ajar in the left corner and the bedroom door was firmly shut. The only window was also shut, blue curtains concealing the pale sun from outside.

Wait… Pale sun… Of course!The memories of yesterday's events came flooding back to me so fast that it hurt. The entire room felt like it was spinning. I shut my eyes as I relived yesterday.

The pale sun… the freezing water… wading in… going under… someone calling my name…And then nothing. The person calling me… who was that? The voice was strong and familiar, yet I couldn't be sure to trust it. Whomever it was, I knew, was a great mystery, even when I could name them. Yet still, I could not name the person.

However, I did not have much time to think about it. Quiet padded footsteps slowly came down the hallway. There was only a second before the door opened and in walked Garland, holding a tray with hot soup and water. He glanced up at me, opened his mouth in a gap, and dropped the tray. The glasses shattered, spilling their contents across the wooden floors. However, Garland didn't seem to notice it.

He rushed forward and threw his arms around me, grabbing me in a painfully tight hug. I gasped out, weakly returning his hug. He eventually let go, his face beaming, his hands still on my shoulders.

"We were so worried! What were you thinking?" Garland suddenly asked, his face changing from joy to concern and almost anger as he removed his hands from my shoulders.

I, unprepared for the question, took a second to try and come up with an answer, then realized I didn't have one. I had no clue why I tried to commit suicide.

Garland continued to stare at me expectantly, apparently waiting for me to answer. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked away in shame. I felt Garland place a hand of comfort of my arm.

"Brook… you really scared us. We thought we were going to lose you. You've been sleeping for nearly four hours and your body has just started to warm up. I'm not angry, Brook. Just worried. Was it something we did?"

Immediately my head shot around as I shook it furiously. How could he ask that?! Of course it wasn't their fault! I looked at Garland. His silver eyes pleaded with me to tell the truth, begging me. Again, I shook my head.

"No, Garland… no one here did anything wrong," I said quietly, realizing quickly how much it hurt to speak and how hoarse my voice was. I tried in vain to clear my throat.

"Promise?"

"Promise, Garland."

"Good. Everyone's waiting downstairs, if you want to see them."

I nodded, gripping one hand on the headboard and one of Garland's shoulder. Slowly, with deliberate caution, I stood. My legs felt stiff and my movements were sluggish as I slowly shuffled my way out of the room. Twice my knees buckled, but Garland braced himself, allowing me to fall on him. He walked with me, letting me to place the majority of my weight on him.

The stairs were the hardest. Taking them one at a time, I had to shuffle one foot forward, then let the other fall in place beside it. By the time I reached the bottom, I had stubbed my toes at least three times each, and both my heels were rubbed raw.

At the final step, MingMing jumped and turned around. At the sight of me, she froze for half a second before squealing and jumping up and embracing me in a tight hug. When she pulled back, tears were in her eyes. She sniffled and whipped them away, then moved and allowed Crusher and Mystel a chance to see me.

They both hugged me at the same time, forcing Garland to move to avoid getting squished. When they let go, I realized that others members of different teams were standing around the room, smiling at me. Their eyes held nothing but concern and happiness.

They were all worried… all concerned. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they do care. But still… haven't I failed?I barely had time to get the thoughts from my mind before Mystel's face popped up and blocked them out of view.

"You're never going to believe who saved you!" Mystel exclaimed. He moved and gestured to a small group of five, gathered around the fire place. The person in the middle was wrapped in multiple blankets and seemed to be shivering. "He's still not warmed up."

The back of the boy's looked oddly familiar, yet I couldn't place his name or face. His head turned slowly and our eyes locked. Immediately his name flooded into me, as did my memories of him.

"No way…" I murmured under my breath.

&&::End::&&

Well… that might be the last chapter. Try not to be mad? I know it's aggravating to not know who it was that saved Brooklyn.

R&R please.

--blueXXphoenix--