Chapter 3
Life sucks
I was vaguely aware of the pain in my chest, but mostly I felt nothing.
I did nothing.
All I could think about was Shane. How would he take this? He'd blame himself that was for sure.
And Eve would be crying, Michael softly consoling her as he tried to help them both, silently cursing himself he wasn't there to help me.
This was the pain I was feeling. The grief of what I'd done. I guess everything good come woth consequences.
But I had to save Shane. If he had died, well, I would've too. And then I would've killed myself literally.
Which is why I have to get through. I have been there for my friends. For Michael and Eve's wedding, for Shane.
They're my family.
I have to be there for my family.
….
I sat alone in the room after some people, doctors I guessed, were finished with me. I wanted out, yet I couldn't move or talk or anything.
But, I could hear. And feel.
Wait. Someone pushed open my door. A creaking thing, god they need to put oil on that.
"Oh god" someone whispered.
Well, I couldn't blame them for that. I probably look even more ugly than usual right now.
Wait, did I recognize that voice?
Someone took my hands and if I could move, I would've jumped.
Someone was crying.
Someone was consoling.
Someone was silent.
Eve.
Michael.
Shane.
If I could comfort them, I would.
If I could get up and leave here, I would.
…..If I could smile, I totally would.
Sorry, I no it took a reallllllllly long time and its reallllllllly short, but I've been busy with things and the other story.
Sooooooo
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