Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. I made myself cry writing this. Don't ask me how, but I did. As I said in last chapter, read at your own risk.
Megan's POV
Say something I'm giving up on you.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
Griffin and Blaze had come to my bunk to try and comfort me. Golf ball in hand, us three walked towards the infirmary.
"Are you sure we can go in there?" I asked.
Griffin and Blaze said nothing and went through the door. Reluctantly, I followed them.
I cringed as I looked at a bed on the right.
Anywhere I would have followed you.
Say something I'm giving up on you.
I could barely step up to his bedside. His blonde hair was ruffled. His aviator jacket was torn and stained; his grey shirt most likely the same. If you just looked from his waist down, you could have sworn nothing had happened, as his jeans and shoes were as clean as worn could be.
When I was younger, he was my role model, my shining star. If he had done something, I would have most likely done it too, not depending on whether it was good or bad. Whether I could do it or not didn't matter. I would have tried my hardest to do it and do it better.
I was feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all.
I was still in shock that something like this could have happened to me, or to anyone. I couldn't cry right now because too many emotions swept over me like a tsunami. It felt like being choked by your own spit. A stupid thing to think about now, but that was all I had.
I knew that he hadn't died in complete vain. We had gotten here, right? It wasn't LA, but that doesn't matter. We were surrouned by caring people.
Looking on either side of me, the two siblings had their heads hung low, silence clouding the three of us. Griffin and Blaze hadn't known him like I had, and yet, it seemed to hit them right in the heart. They had lost someone they hadn't yet known.
A nurse looked at me, but didn't say anything. She stayed there, and kept her words inside. I already knew what she was going to say...
And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
I knelt down and put my face in my hands, muffling the tornado ripping through me. I regretted not getting to know him better here recently. The door creaked open, and then quickly closed. I expected someone to come in, but perhaps they had thought otherwise.
Finally the nurse spoke "I-I'm sorry..."
Refusing to speak, let alone make eye contact, I continued to mope. He had left us in a world underneath our own.
Coming up close to his face, I muttered something in his ear, "We made it, didn't we? Can't we celebrate now?"
After mindlessly speaking those words, I burst out of my emotional torment and sobbed on the cot, probably getting it soaked.
Say something I'm giving up on you
Sorry that I couldn't get to you.
I repeated two words endlessly in my mind, perhaps speaking them aloud at points
I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
If only this hadn't happened. Today would have been an amazing day for our group, but we're all spending the end of it mourning, most likely.
If only I had known it was him when I was standing near the back of that crowd. Maybe then I could have saved him. Maybe then I could have felt whole.
Maybe then he would still be with us.
Anywhere I would have followed you.
Say something I'm giving up on you.
I could barely take it anymore.
I'm just lucky I wasn't suicidal.
And I will swallow my pride,
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye
I picked myself up from my weeping position. How this case, though, is any different, I don't know. Perhaps it's because I know now that the virus is fake.
Perhaps it's because I though I had lost him once before.
Goodbye. Forever...
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere, I would have followed you
Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something
I looked back towards the filled hospital bed. There was a child hood friend. A role model. A lifetime.
There was my brother, killed not by the mistakenly loaded gun, but by the tranquilizer gun.
If only I had known it was him. I could have saved him from his deathly allergy.
If only...
Dis hit me right in da feels. It was hard writing this, but I did it anyway. I've never lost a close family member, so... IMAGINATION.
Summary of the past two chapters:
A big boom is heard and everyone comes down to see what it was. Turns out, Devon's gun backfired and sent some unnamed dude down to the ground. Everyone's like "Oh. My. Gosh!". From there, Megan picks up a golf ball and starts crying. Soon, Blaze and Griffin come and comfort her and take her to he infirmary to see that the random unnamed dude was actually her brother, Cal. Soon, she starts crying everywhere because he got killed because he's allergic to one of the ingredients in tranquilizers. Now, I am smiling on the other end of my computer because I have successfully killed off someone. Oh, and I used a song to do it. BEAT THAT MARIO! Mario? Why Mario? KOOPAAAAAAHHHHH!
The song lyrics don't belong to me in any way, shape, or form. All credit goes to the writers and performers of this song.