Memories...
One month. One month can translate into multiple different things: four weeks; up to thirty one days; 730 hours; 43,800 minutes; 2,628,002.88 seconds and so on. In that same amount of time, you could do so much, yet remember so little. Memory is important to everybody. Sometimes, we shouldn't take memory for granted. You never know what's in your memory until you lose it all.
Memory...
It's been one month since I first woke up on that couch. In that one month, I've become a memory to people that I don't even remember. They say that I've done so much with them. They remember things like my first conversation with them, my first day with them, the first time I slept over, the first time I influenced them to try something crazy or unique...
I remember none of this.
Apparently, when I started feeling faint that day, I fell and hit my head on a rock that was hidden in the middle of a bush. I hit in on the exact part of my brain that keeps my memory. In that one moment, I almost lost everything.
I lost almost two and a half years of my life.
The last full memory that I have is on June 29, 2036. The day I decided to take the Destiny Board for a ride on those giant waves. I remember hitting the waves and totally crushing it... until a wave caught me and pulled me under. That's it. That's all I remember.
I mean, I remember my family: Mom, Dad, Uncle Devon, Aunt Jami, Hudson, Great Grampa... I remember everything before June twenty ninth. Everything and everyone after that is a complete and total blurr to me. Everybody who is around me in this place says that I'm going to remember soon, but I think I'm just going to give up trying. I haven't remembered anything at all in this month without my memory. I can't even remember people that I met after that day.
There's Lela who keeps trying to trigger something in my brain by doing things that she says we do a lot together. Miles, a boy who seems to really like me, but knows that I don't understand half of what he's saying about me or the past two full years old my life. Giggles, a smart blonde girl with a big heart, she takes me surfing and shopping sometimes, hoping it will start something. Lugnut, a super tall dude with a "gentle giant" soul, he takes me around on his motorcycle and protects me like an older brother or a bodyguard.
Then there's Butchy... I don't know what to think about him. When I stay the night at his and Lela's house, he always looks sad or... mad. I'm not sure why, but I've caught him staring so much that it's kinda creepy. Sometimes, when I stop by his room to see if he can help me with something, he tries to avoid talking to me. It makes me scared sometimes. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me or was the last we did together an argument?
I could be over thinking things, but I truly don't understand what I did to make Butchy mad. He won't tell me. Nobody will. It's like this giant secret that I'm left out on. Sometimes, it gets so bad that he only leaves his room when he needs to. I talked with him once about how he treats me differently than everybody else, but he refused to see my side of things. I feel like there's something I'm missing when I talk with him. Like there's something I'm supposed to say when I walk by him or when I finish a one-sided conversation with him. Granted, he doesn't talk back much, so it isn't like I could just walk up to him and ask him what his deal is.
Butchy has this big race everybody has been telling me about, but he keeps postponing it. I overheard him talking about it in the living room while I was eavesdropping in the kitchen. He said it's because he wants me to be able to remember him before I cheer for him, but I think he's just using my memory as a shield to hide behind. Sometimes, I wanna smack him and tell him to just race already, but I don't want to make the situation between us even worse.
Today, I'm spending the night with Lela at her and Butchy's house. I'm going to try talking to Butchy the most I can, but I'm not sure if it'll work. If it doesn't, I can always talk to Lela and try to wiggle worm an answer out of her. It's not exactly the best plan, but it's a plan. It's always good to have a back up plan just in case the first plan goes down in flames.
Anyway, back to the present!
I entered Lela's bedroom and sat on the chair in front of her vanity mirror. I stared at my reflection for a moment as I took my hair down from it's braid. I like the way my hair grew out over the years. I picked up one of the brushes Lela had left out on the counter and started brushing my hair. I started humming a song as I let the bristles run through my hair. I heard somebody coming toward Lela's door, but I ignored it, assuming it was just Lela as she had gone to get some ice cream for us before I came over.
"Lela, are you in here?" Butchy asked as he came in.
I looked over to him before shaking my head. "Sorry, Butchy. Lela is out getting ice cream. I'm the only one in here."
Butchy nodded, yet still stayed in the room. "Um... Mick, I-I just- I want to apologize for not talking to you much. I just- I remember everything we've done together and, the fact that you don't makes it so hard to be around you."
I set the brush down on the vanity before crossing the room to Butchy. "Look, I get it. But, I feel like I have it worse. I don't remember anything that happened in the past two years! The least you could do is tell me some of the good things, right?"
Butchy stared at me for a second as I crossed my arms over my chest nervously. Butchy smiled, "Alright. I guess that's fair. Were you just brushing your hair?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "It helps me think sometimes. Well, at least it did before all of this happened. I don't know if it still does. Why?"
"Because, if I'm telling you things that we did, we are going to start right now." Butchy smiled, offering me his hand.
I tilted my head in curiosity before shrugging and taking his hand. Butchy led me back over to the vanity and let me sit before letting go of my hand and gesturing to the brushes. "I was using this one." I murmured as I picked up the small, wooden, boar brush. I held the bristles as I offered Butchy the handle of the small brush. Instead of taking the handle and talking, Butchy just stared at the brush.
"Were you actually using this one?" I nodded before looking down at the other brushes on the vanity table. Butchy let out a shaky breath as he reached up and took the brush. "A part of you knows what I'm about to tell you. If you don't, that's alright, but a part of you remembers this moment and you have no idea how happy that makes me."
I looked up at Butchy's reflection in the mirror, surprise filling me as I saw the "tough guy leader" wipe tears from his eyes. I quickly stood back up and turned to face Butchy. "Butchy... what's wrong?"
Butchy smiled sadly as he put a hand on my cheek. "A part of you remembers me. I'm just happy, that's all."
"No, you aren't!" I scoffed before stepping over the vanity chair and wrapping my arms around the biker's middle. "Whatever we were or are, something is bothering you about this. Please tell me. I want to know what is going on and how I can make it better."
Butchy put his arms around me carefully before sighing shakily. "We were so close. You used to come in my room every single night to talk and sing songs with me- unless you had to go home, of course. Anyway, this hair brush thing may be unimportant, but, the memory that comes with it, was a very special memory for me of us."
I peered up at Butchy and put my hands on his face, wiping whatever tears I could as they traced wet lines down his face. "I know this has to be hard for you, but, please. I have to know what I'm missing, even if it's the tiniest bit of information."
Butchy nodded before taking my hands and turning me to face the vanity again. "Sit down, Ba- I mean Mick."
I sat down before glancing at Butchy's reflection. Butchy cleared his throat a bit as he tried to force the tears in his deep brown eyes away. "What were you about to call me?" I asked as Butchy ran the brush through my hair.
"Babe. I've been calling you that for years. You and I always called each other by different names." Butchy took a deep breath before taking some of my hair in his hands and brushing the soft waves.
"Oh. I wish I could remember that. You can call me that if you want, I won't mind. Have you counted how many times this month you've wanted to call me that?"
"This month in total? I'm not sure. Just today? Two hundred eighty five."
"Wow... So, does that mean we were dating before I forgot everything?" I questioned.
"We were actually engaged, but not at the time when the brush story happened."
"Oh, okay. So, what is the story with the brush?" I asked, my eyes sliding closed as Butchy brushed my hair.
"Just like earlier, you were sitting up here, brushing your hair. I came in looking for Lela and we started talking about how you brushed your hair one hundred strokes every morning and every night." Butchy explained. "I said something along the lines of, 'If I ever tried that, your hair would be a disaster.'"
"By how you're doing right now, I'd say you did a great job back then too." I smiled, tilting my head back a little.
"I'm not sure how or why, but you liked , After that, Lela came in and started teasing me about doing your hair and the whole thing went nuts."
I laughed, "That sounds funny!"
"It was even more funny after Lela left and we had thought it all over more. How about I give you some more details?" Butchy asked as he took a hair tie from the vanity table.
"I would love that."
/Two years ago, (Told from 3rd PoV)\
As the brunette brushed out her hair in front of Lela's vanity, her attention was drawn to the doorway as her boyfriend entered the room.
"Hey." Mick said as Butchy crossed the room and stood behind her.
"Hey, beautiful." he replied with a kiss to her cheek.
"What's up? Did you need Lela for something?"
"Yeahs, I do. Where is she?"
"She just went to get a few things from her bathroom and she'll be right back." Mick stated as she started brushing her hair again.
"What are you doing?"
"Brushing my hair. Why?" Mick asked as she pulled her hair to the side.
"When I came in, you were counting. Why were you?"
"I brush my hair one hundred strokes every morning and every night. It makes my hair grow longer, softer and gain shine. Here," She insisted, flipping her hair to the back, "feel it."
As Butchy stroked the soft strands, he had a thoughtful look on his face. "Doesn't it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?"
"Brushing yer hair that much?"
"No." Mick said with a shake of her head.
Butchy gave a short laugh. "If I did that to you, yer hair would look terrible. There would be knots and tangles everywhere."
Mick scoffed. "No there wouldn't. Here, you try."
"I don't wanna hurt you's."
"You won't, Butchy. I trust you." Mick smiled, handing her boyfriend the brush.
The brunette biker smiled at his girlfriend's trust as he took the brush from her. The first stroke of her hair was a test; seeing if he had accidentally pulled her hair. With a shake from Mick to show that nothing happened, Butchy kept brushing his girl's hair.
After a couple moments, Mick giggled. Butchy had this intensely concentrated face on. It was super adorable!
"Butchy," Mick started, reaching up to rub Butchy's forearm, "I love you, but you don't need to be so focused."
Butchy looked down as his face heated up. "I know. I just don't wanna hurt you. You're my girl."
Mick looked into the mirror at her boyfriend and smiled. "Butchy, you're blushing. It's so sweet!"
Butchy cleared his throat before resuming his previous task of brushing Mick's hair. Brushing off his previous embarrassment, Butchy watched his girlfriend in the mirror as her eyes slid shut and her face relaxed.
"This is so nice." Mick sighed, "It really relaxes me when somebody is playing with my hair."
Butchy chuckled, "Glad I could help. To tell you's the truth, I'm actually enjoying this."
Mick giggled, yet said nothing, merely enjoying the time she had with Butchy. A few minutes passed before a laugh was heard from the doorway.
Lela.
"Butchy, are you brushing Mick's hair?" Lela asked in astonishment.
"No!"
"Then, what's that in your hand?" Lela asked as she pointed to looked down at the brush in his hand before throwing it out the open window. "Nothing!"
"Are you practicing hair?" Lela teased her brother. "You should open up a beauty parlor! We could call it Butchy's Beauties!"
"Lela." Butchy groaned as Lela teased him. It had been enough that she had probably seen him smiling as he brushed Mick's hair; this teasing was not wanted or needed.
"I think I'll just leave you two alone for a little while longer, but, Mick, you have to tell me how this went later during our secret session!"
"Lela!" the couple exclaimed in disbelief.
After the raven haired teen left, Butchy shook his head with a sigh. "She is unbearable."
"Yeah, but she's your sister." Mick smiled.
"And I love her."
/Present. Mick's PoV\
"Did you seriously throw the brush out the window?!" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah... not my best moment, but I loved every second of that night." Butchy said as he set the hair brush down and told me to open my eyes.
I opened my eyes and winced. Either the light had gotten brighter or something was happening. My head throbbed as a shock of pain hit my skull. I gasped as I grabbed my head.
"Mick? Babe, what's wrong? Talk to me. Babe? " Butchy asked as I moved to stand up. I felt Butchy's hands on my arms as I whined.
"My head. It hurts, Butchy. Something's happening to my head." I whispered so I wouldn't bother my head any further. "Butchy, help me."
"Babe, sit down, okay? I'll be right back." Butchy claimed as he guided me to Lela's bed and had me sit on it.
I let go of my head for a second and grabbed Butchy's hand as tightly as I could. "Don't leave me." I cried as I stared up at Butchy with tears in my eyes. "I don't know why, but I need you to stay! I'm scared, Butchy. Don't go..."
Butchy quickly got down on the floor in front of me. "Okay, I won't. What's wrong?"
"My head, the same place I hit on that rock, it hurts even more than it did before." I mumbled.
Butchy's eyes widened a bit before he stood and pulled me up into his arms. "Stay awake for me, beautiful. I'm gonna get you downstairs, okay?"
I nodded a little as Butchy carried me out of the room and down the stairs. Butchy set be down on the kitchen island before taking a step toward the cabinet we keep my medicine in. Butchy took two of my pills out and gave me a cup of water. "Thank you." I mumbled before taking the medicine.
"Is it helping?" Butchy asked, holding my hands with his as he stared into my eyes.
"A little." I nodded, squeezing his hand as I thought for a moment. "Butchy, I... I think it was a... a memory. There's something there in my head. Something recent... I-I think I might have just remembered a little of what happened the day that I hit my head..."
"What? You remember something? You have a memory?" Butchy asked incredulously.
"I have a memory?" I asked as I thought over the events that I could see in my mind, "I have a memory! Butchy, you triggered a memory!" Butchy and I smiled at each other before I reached up and hugged him tight. "Let's go to Big Momma's and tell everybody!"
Butchy smiled and nodded. "Go get your jacket, I'll meet you outside."
I hopped off of the counter and ran up to Lela's room. I quickly grabbed my hair ties and tied my hair in a bun. I grabbed my bandana and my jacket before running back down the stairs and out to the front porch. Butchy was waiting on the bottom step when I got out there. I jumped over the steps and grabbed Butchy by the hand, pulling him to his feet.
"C'mon! Let's get going already!" I laughed, pulling Butchy down the beach behind me.
-DD-
Once we got to Big Momma's, I let go of Butchy and ran up onto the stage. "Everybody listen up!" I shouted. Everybody turned to me as the restaurant got quiet. "I remembered something!"
Everybody started clapping and cheering for me as Lela ran up onto the stage to hug me. "That's amazing! What do you remember?"
"I remember what happened the night I lost my memory! I remember what I did to lose it." I explained to everybody.
"Tell us, Mick!" Tanner exclaimed as everybody sat down and stared at me eagerly.
"Well..." I started, "The first thing that I remember is walking inside the house with Lela and CheeChee. After that, it's kinda fuzzy still, but I can remember!"
/Mick's memory - 1 Month Prior - 3rd PoV\
Mick's eyes were hazy as she stepped through the front door with Lela and Cheech on either side of her. She could make out certain objects as her vision blurred and cleared in an odd pattern that matched the symphony of emotions Mick felt. Mick stumbled a little as her friends attempted to get her onto the couch.
After a few minutes, Lela and CheeChee we're able to sit Mick on the couch without her falling over. "She's a lot heavier than she looks." Lela stated with a sigh.
"Wells, Lela, peoples are heavier when their sleepin'. Mick is barely awake right now." Cheech explained.
Lela made a look of understanding before moving to put her wrist to Mick's forehead. "She's burning, Cheech!"
The girls thought for a moment. "Do you's and Butchy still have those frozen broccoli packages from last week's shoppin' trip?" CheeChee questioned. Lela nodded as she took Cheech's hand and ran for the freezer.
Mick watched blearily as her friends left her alone in the living room. As soon as Mick's vision cleared again, she pulled herself to her feet, holding random objects and walls to make sure she didn't fall on her way to the door.
'I need Butchy.' Mick thought to herself, 'I need to get to him... I feel like I'm dying. Is this what it feels like? Aunt Jami would know, she died on the table for five minutes during Hudson's birth. No, Mick.' Mick chided herself. 'Focus on Butchy.'
Mick stumbled her way onto the front porch and slowly made her way down the steps. She looked both ways down the beach before turning to her left and heading toward Big Momma's. Mick stopped a couple times whenever her vision tunneled again before continuing.
Mick hadn't made it too far when she heard her name being called from behind her. She saw a motorcycle coming toward her with somebody Mick couldn't quite make out as the rider so she turned and waved, assuming it was a friend.
Mick staggered a couple steps backwards before she tripped over her own two feet and into a small shrub. A shrub that hid a rock in it's center.
The same rock that caused Mick's memories to slide their way down the drain.
/Present Time - Mick's Pov\
I saw Miles running toward the stage in the corner of my vision. He plowed into me and lifted me up. "Sis!" Miles called as he spun me around. "Even though I'm definitely not happy that your last memory is the one that caused this, I'm so proud of you's! How did you's get it?"
"Butchy helped me." I giggled. "After a month of nothing but one conversation and a whole lot of awkward staring, he finally talked to me! I guess I really wore him down."
Miles stopped spinning me around and set me on my feet again. "What? He didn' talk talk t' ye fer a whole month?"
I shrugged, "Yeah, but, I mean, under the circumstan-"
"Circumstance or not, ye don' just ignore th' people ye love." Miles claimed as he turned to glare at Butchy. "'Specially not when it's my Lil Sis."
Butchy glared back at Miles. "Yeahs, well, yer 'Lil Sis' wouldn' be in this condition if you's 'ad jus' kept yer mouth shut that night!"
I looked at Miles in confusion as he let go of me and started walking toward the edge of the stage. I quickly grabbed his arm and held him back as he tried to pull himself free. "Miles, no! It's okay!" I tried, hoping he would just calm down. "Whatever happened, it doesn't matter! I'm fine! Everything is okay!"
"No, it isn't!" Miles yelled back, flinging me off his arm as he yanked himself free. I fell back onto the floor of the stage as Miles' arm shoved me backwards. Thankfully, I landed in an almost seated position on the floor, my head nowhere near the floor or anything else.
Everything was quiet. Nobody made a sound. Nobody spoke. Nobody dared to move as Miles and I stared in shock at each other. Miles, in the month I had gotten to know him all over again, had never raised his voice at anybody, let alone me, the person he considered a little sister. My eyes fell from Miles' and onto the floor as I pushed myself to my feet. By the time my eyes returned to Miles, his shoulders had started shaking.
"It happened again..." Miles whispered to himself. I slowly walked over and put my hand on his arm, watching as his head snapped up and his startled gaze met my worried one.
"Miles... Miles, what's going on?" I asked, attempting to put my arms around the only slightly older biker. Miles shook his head before moving out of my arms and running toward the front door. "Miles!" I called to the swinging doors as Miles left the restaurant.
I stared at the door as it swung back and forth. My body was frozen in place until Lela came up behind me and put her hands on my arm. "Mick, are you alright?"
I nodded as I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I think so. Butchy," I started as the entire room and I turned to the brunette Rodent leader. "what did you mean by all that? The whole, 'Your sister wouldn't be like this if you had just kept your mouth shut that night' thing. What were you talking about?"
"Th' night you's lost yer memory..." Butchy sighed, "Miles was th' biker 'at you's saw... He is the reason you's lost th' last two years of yer memories."
I nodded slowly as I processed this new information. "Well, at least he's not scared to ride his motorcycle like some bikers that I know."
Butchy looked at me curiously. "What do you's means by that?"
"I overheard you talking with the other guys about postponing some giant race against this big rival gang called The Sparx." I shrugged with a confident smirk on my face as everybody turned back to me. "You claim that it's because you want me to remember you first, however, if I remember correctly, the last conversation we had, I remembered how important you were to me."
"So?!" Butchy exclaimed in disbelief. "Jus' because you's remembers some small moment in time, doesn't mean you's really remember me at all! An' jus' because I's postponed the race, doesn' make me scared to ride."
"Really?" I asked. "If that's the case, call up their leader, Xander, I think, and tell him that you're free to race tonight."
"Fine! I will!" Butchy hollered.
"Fine!" I grinned. "I'm glad!"
"Good!" Butchy exclaimed.
"Great!" I smiled before walking off the stage and out the door to find Miles.
I heard Lela yelling at Butchy as I walked out the door. I might have stopped her from hitting him before, but, this time (if I actually did stop her before), I didn't even look back. He needs to get out of whatever it is that he's in and, frankly, I'm glad I pushed him the way I did. At that point, I didn't care if what he said about Miles causing my memory loss was true or not, I just needed to get it out of my system.
-DD-
I walked down the beach toward Miles' house, calling his name louder and louder with each step I took. As I reached Miles' front steps, I decided to just intrude. I walked up to the door and reached for the key that he had put on the top of the door frame.
"I'll save you's the hassle of tryin' to be tall, Sis. I'm on the swing." I turned toward the soft voice and saw the biker I was searching for, laying down on the porch swing that we usually talked on.
"Miles... What happened back there?" I asked softly as I walked over to him. "First of all, move over."
Miles sat up with a sigh before gesturing for me to sit. I took my spot next to Miles as he started talking. "I'm guessin' you've already asked Butchy about what 'appened?"
I nodded slowly as I played with the initial on my bracelet. "Yeah, Miles. Even if I hadn't, I wanna know what happened to you back there. You were acting so... so unlike yourself. It scared me a bit."
Miles put his elbows on his knees before holding his head in his glove covered hands. "I'm so sorry, Mick... Add that t' th' list o' things I've done t' you's in the last month."
I put a hand on his back and rubbed circles on the leather that covered him. "I don't call you my Big Brother for nothing."
"What do you's mean?" Miles mumbled without looking up from the wooden boards of his front porch.
"So what if we fight, hurt each other or tease each other?" I asked rhetorically. "That's what siblings do! I may have lost my memory of you, but I can tell that you really care about me. You messed up, but, guess what."
"What?" Miles asked softly as he sat up again and stared at me.
"So does every other human being on this planet!" I exclaimed. "I don't put my memory loss as a hit against you. You made great memories with me during this month, right?"
"Yeahs, I have." Miles grinned.
"That's all that matters to me right now, Miles. You are my Big Brother. I could beat you up and you would still tease me about how weak my left hook is for a couple months." I giggled as Miles laughed.
Miles took my hand with a bright smile. "I love you, Sis."
I rested my head on Miles' shoulder with a smile. "I love you too, Bro."
"Yer hook is super weak though." Miles stated.
I faked a surprised gasp. "And after I yelled at Butchy for you!"
"You did what?!"
"That's right!" I said confidently. "I also got him to stop postponing that race against Xander."
"Seriously?! And I missed it?!" Miles whined.
"You were too busy running away like a little sissy. We have to get to Valley Pier before they start racing or we'll miss everything."
"I'll tickle you's fer that later." Miles grinned as we got up off the swing.
"Tell you what, I'll call a temporary truce." I untied the bandana from around my head and held it up for Miles to see. "Bandana for a ride to the race so I don't have to ride with Butchy?"
Miles thought for a moment before nodding. "Fine. Yer temporary truce 'as been accepted."
I tied my bandana around Miles' wrist before putting my arm around his and pulling him toward his motorcycle. Miles put his arm in front of me to stop me from getting on. "Safety first." He stated simply before pulling my hair ties out of their bun formation and securing his helmet over my now loose and ruffled hair.
-DD-
When we got to Valley Pier, Miles made sure to park far away from Butchy's motorcycle, yet still close enough to the main event that way, if necessary, we could make a run for it. Miles stayed next to me and pulled me behind him a bit more every time we walked by a sketchy person or a person from The Sparx. I smiled and waved at Lela, Giggles, CheeChee and Struts as we walked by them and up to Butchy.
"Look, Butchy, I don't care if you's gets mad at me fer this, but, here." Miles claimed as he pulled me in front of him. "I would stay with you's, Sis, but I's gots to go talk to Lugnut fer a minute."
"'Kay." I smiled before turning to Butchy. "You actually lived up to it, huh?"
Butchy nodded. "Yeah. Look, Mick, I really want to apologize before I have to go race."
"It's okay, Butchy." I smiled gently as I got up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. "I may not remember much about you, but I love you. Go win for me."
"Absolutely." Butchy smiled before pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around Butchy as tightly as possible as the announcer's voice chimed in over the car radio speaker next to us.
"Racers to the starting line! The race between The Rodents and The Sparx starts in five!"
Butchy and I smiled at each other one last time as he walked over to his bike. The other four girls came over and brought me over to the start line. I watched as Butchy pulled his Harley up to the line and stopped next to Xander's black and green bike. Giggles brought me over to the middle of the line and handed me a small, bright green towel.
After Gigs left the line, I waited for the countdown and the rules to finish before dropping the towel. As the bikes zoomed by, I breathed in the rush of wind and exhaust fumes as it hit me. I rushed over to Miles and Lugnut as they were getting ready to head to the finish line.
"Take me with you, please." I commanded gently.
"As you command, M'Lady." Miles teased.
We got to the end line quicker than everybody else as Miles had taken a shortcut. We had an almost full vantage point of the track and we watched as Butchy and Xander raced around corners and zipped through some S-curves. I watched with bated breath as they flew through another curve.
I cheered like crazy as Butchy stole the lead from Xander, racing by him at speeds that would have a cheetah panting for breath. I continued to root for Butchy as Miles, Lugnut and I watched them getting closer to the finishing line.
As the two leaders pulled out of a rotary at almost neck and neck tie again, Xander bashed into Butchy's back tire, sending him and his bike into a nearby tree. I watched in horror as Butchy slumped down against the tree while his bike fell over the guardrail and into the ocean below.
I let out a scream as I ran toward Butchy. Neither Miles nor Lugnut tried to hold me back as I got down next to Butchy and cried. "Butchy, NO!" I screamed.
Butchy wasn't moving, but everything around me seemed to be. I cried as I put my head to Butchy's chest, listening for some kind of beat to let me know he was still with me. I felt my vision start hollowing out as I screamed into the late night air.
"BUTCHY!"