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Slightly transfixed on the sight of his school he began to walk up the front steps slowly. In truth he was glad to be back but he felt a strange feeling that he couldn't place mixed in with all the other emotions spilling through his brain. He shrugged it off and quickened his pace before entering the double doors of his familiar school. It was great to be back and he realized it fully as people rushed him with there own questions and concerns.

Through the crowd that was slowly dispatching as he waved them off he spied a redhead girl leaning against a row of lockers and smiling at him brilliantly. His attempts to get free of the mob finally fell through and he walked up to his friend smiling as big as she was.

"You are so well loved its scary." Ellie joked full heartedly.

"Being class president does have his perks…" Marco looked up indignantly before returning his gaze to the girl and embracing her in a warm hug. She was caught off guard by the gesture but quickly returned it. She had only visited him in the hospital once because of her busy schedule and feared that Marco would be angry with her.

He understood fully and been if he had wanted to be mad at Ellie he couldn't have. He slowly released her and looked at her fair skinned face. "I missed you." They began to walk to Marco's locker and she informed him on all the things that had happened while he was gone. In truth it had been a boring few weeks besides the rumors about his disappearance. There had been everything from "he died" to "he joined the army" floating around.

When he reached his locker he found it decorated brightly with streamers and signs consisting of the words "Welcome back!" and many others light hearted sayings. He couldn't help but smile. He really hadn't expected this much. He had actually thought his absence would be quite unnoticed.

"It must be a good feeling to have fans." Ellie joked. Marco shook his head lightly and opened up his locker retrieving his supplies for his first class.

He turned back to Ellie and the sight of Spinner walking down the hall towards them caught his attention. He was going to call out to him when Spinner met his gaze and headed back the other way almost running. Marco stayed were he was frozen in confusion. Why had Spinner turned so suddenly when he had seen him?

"Marco? You okay?" Ellie's words broke through Marco's silence.

"Uhh, Yeah. Fine, I'm fine." In truth he was still wondering about what had just happened but he chose not to confide that in Ellie. He told himself that he would to talk to Spinner about it later and his thoughts returned to school. The bell rang and he and Ellie said their goodbyes before parting to their separate classrooms.

On his way there he turned a corner without looking which caused him to bump in to someone. Hard. He was sent sprawling to the floor backwards and the other person landed beside him more or less as hard as he had.

His head bounced on the hard floor and he winced in pain shutting his eyes tightly. He rolled over onto his side and clutched his head where his stitches were still holding the last bits of his healing wound together. He opened his eyes slowly and felt as if the whole world was spinning around him.

He heard a grunt from behind him. It came from the person he had collided with seconds before. Willing his body to turn over he found Spinner laying next to him and slowly getting up from his stomach.

"Are you alright?" Marco forced out as a wave of nausea swept through his body. Spinner turned to face him and nodded quickly before returning his gaze to the floor.

"What about you?" He asked hoping that he hadn't caused any damage to his friend.

Marco pulled his hand away from his head and looked at it. It was covered in a dark red liquid. "No." He answered truthfully and grabbed his stomach as more nausea over took him.

Spinner saw the blood on Marco's hand and memories flooded his brain. This wasn't the first time he had seen Marco laying helplessly, bleeding from an injury he could have prevented. He pulled himself and Marco up, ignoring the ache that was enveloping his own body. "We need to get to the nurse." He wrapped Marco's arm around his own shoulders and half dragged half carried the boy to their destination. Spinner knocked roughly on the door not caring if his loudness disturbed anyone.

It was answered briskly by a slightly plump woman who looked a little agitated by the disturbance. Her face softened when her gaze fell upon Marco was now pressing most of his weight into Spinner causing the boy to stumble a bit. She quickly hurried the pair in and laid them down on separate beds that lay next to each other less than two feet apart. Spinner refused to lie down but his actions weren't noticed by the nurse who had started to inspect Marco's head. She pressed a cloth to where the blood was coming from and began to question Spinner about what had happened.

He quickly explained how they had run into each other and fell onto the ground harder then any of them would have liked. Especially Marco, who had taken most of the blow.

"This can be easily patched up. I need to go get the supplies though. Wait here while I'm gone." She walked out of the room and they heard her footsteps grow quieter until they were unheard. Spinner looked at Marco and sighed.

"Not again." He absent mindedly said. He hadn't even realized that he had said it out loud, and it was a mistake he would pay for dearly.

"What?" Marco gave a confused stare to his friend. "What do you mean 'not again'?"

Spinner stumbled lightly with his excuse. "I… can't believe… I uhh bumped into someone again. Second time today." He covered up his true motives for what he had spoken with a light laugh.

Marco was suspicious. Maybe it was the hard hit he had just been dealt but it felt as if Spinner wasn't talking about their fall. "It isn't even first period? And you were moving just fine before hand?"

Spinner winced inwardly. His heart was beginning to race and he felt he had no choice but to tell him now. "I'm sorry. I lied…" His voice trailed off and unable to meet Marco's eyes he put his head in his hands an exhaled deeply.

"What?" Marco's head was already spinning and trying to find the meaning behind his friend's cryptic words was not helping the matter.

"I was in the car. I didn't know he was that drunk, until he started to speed. I yelled at him to stop, but he wouldn't listen to me. It all happened so fast. I didn't know what to do." Unshed tears swelled at the corners of his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"A car? Who was drunk? Spinner speak clearly, your not making any sense." Marco ground out unsure of anything that was happening.

"The car! It was Jay and me. He didn't see you… he didn't see you." Realization hit the boy and he was struck dumb.

"You… I was…" He couldn't find any words. The thought that his friend had been the cause of all this… Marco didn't want it to be real. He wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. "No. This can't be happening…" He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes and tried to push away everything around him.

"I'm sorry." Spinner uttered quietly feeling the same anguish but in a different way.

"You're sorry?" Marco questioned, his mindset falling into anger. "My whole life spun out of everything good over the past few weeks and you're sorry? What about when I was dieing? What about when you drove off and left me in the middle of the street? Were you sorry then!" He was doing his best not to scream at the other boy but it was proving unsuccessful.

The room plunged into an awkward silence. Spinner didn't know what to say. It didn't really matter if he said anything. He feared he had lost his friend forever. The nurse walked back into the room with a tray and some other tools that neither of the boys cared enough about to notice. She quickly set the tray down on Marco's bedside table and turned him onto is side so she could administer whatever she needed to close up the wound.

Spinner lay down on his own bed and turned towards the wall. He didn't feel worthy of even seeing Marco right now. But even if he wanted to he knew he couldn't have looked anyway. His conscious was tugging at him and he wanted nothing more but to drop off the face of the earth at that moment.

The nurse finished with Marco and turned to Spinner. "What about you? Are you hurt?"

"No. I think I'll just have a bruise." He replied not turning around to face her.

"Then you can go. I'll write up a pass for you." She turned around and returned to her desk where she did just as she said. Spinner got up and followed her. She handed him the note and he left the small room without a sound.

The nurse got up from her seat and returned to Marco's bedside. "I am going to give you an excusable leave. We will call your parents and they can come pick you up."

"No." It came out as more of a scream then he had intended. "You can't call them." He lightened his tone not wanting to seem rude.

"I'm sorry but I have to. Unless you have another guardian, a sister, a brother…" Marco shook his head and frowned slightly.

"They don't want me home." He said barely whispering. He didn't want to let this woman low his full life story but this couldn't be avoided. "I'm not welcome in my home." His head turned away in shame. Being kicked out of his house was something a hoodlum or a troubled kid did. Not the president of a school.

"Do you have anywhere to go?" The lady asked, suddenly very concerned for the boy.

"I am staying at my bo… my friends' house. They are brother and sister and right now their both in class. No one else is home." He didn't have anywhere to go right now, and he was surprised he was actually speaking so calmly after the turn of events that had laid themselves out before him in the past few minutes.

"Well then I guess you have no choice but to stay here. You need rest. Whatever happened to your head before it was reopened looks bad enough. It wasn't fully healed and this over exertion has hurt you more then it seems." She grabbed a blanket from under the bed and unfolded it before laying it atop the boy. "You might as well sleep. That way you won't feel any nausea and the day will fly right by. Just tell me who you are staying with and they will be notified of where you are."

"Paige and Dylan Michalchuk." Marco replied. The nurse nodded and went to the other half of the room out of his view. His thoughts slipped back onto Spinner and in an attempt to diminish them he fell asleep.

Spinner had no intention of returning to class. His mind was swirling with Marco's words.

"What about when I was dieing…Were you sorry then?" They replayed in through his head like a broken record. He clasped his hands to his ears in an attempt to make the voice go away. He looked around the hall he had turned into to find it deserted. He quickly ran out the front doors and down the steps. Without looking he crossed the street and didn't stop till he reached The Dot. His pace slowed to a steady walk into the back ally behind the popular diner and he slumped against the wall.

This was the place he had first lost Marco's friendship. The memories crushed him and he tried to block them out. Why did he always have to mess up? Marco never did anything wrong to him, yet somehow he always seemed to hurt him in one way or another.

He shook his head slowly and continuously. He wanted to forget everything. Any thought that entered his brain only worsened what he was feeling. Slightly sobbing involuntarily he slid down the wall and out his head in his hands. The rough surface cut lightly into his back and he winced.

"You deserve it." He said to himself harshly. "You only deserve pain. That's all you cause anyway." He banged his head against the wall and gasped. Not caring for the damage he was causing he slammed into the jagged surface once more. His breath drew in sharply as he collided with the wall once more. It wasn't enough. He brought his head forward till his chin touched his chest before rushing it back into the wall once more. This last hit had been the hardest and he fell to his side motionless. Unconsciousness consumed him and he didn't even know he was bleeding. A deep crimson substance was dripping from his head and it began to pool around him slowly. His pain was gone for the moment, but the hard blows he had taken might be more then just a temporary solution to his problems.

I'm sorry for the horridly short chapter but I thought it would be a good place to stop. Hope you enjoyed it. REVIEW!