Guess whose back :3 That's right- me! *Takes a bow* I would like to just say, my writing skills have improved, so sorry that the first chapter... is kind of bad. This next one will be good, I promice! Just to let ya'll know, I was gone for nearly two years, but I think I'm back for good. I want to start writing again, and picking up where my old stories ended is just the begining! I also Have a new story out, so feel free to go take a look at it!
So slowly the time goes by... and through it all I'm lost without you.
June.
July.
August.
September.
October.
Months. Months and months went by, and still, she would not wake up. Her face was peaceful, but Kevin often wondered if her mind was. What was it like? Sleeping for so long? He couldn't image it. He thought he would be scared. But he wasn't as tough as her... he would never be as tough as her.
Kevin sat in the hospital room, he was here most everyday for the past few months. He didn't want to leave her side. What if she woke up? He wanted to be here when she did. Not if. When. She was on life support, payed for by her parents. No one would give up, they knew she would recover... she had to. All of the previous... wounds were gone. Healed up over the course of time. Her hair had grown out, and like everyone else her face had changed, yet it was still the same. It was still Gwen.
"I have to get milk," Kevin said softly, holding her hand. It wasn't right, it was cold in his shaking hand. "I drank all of it this morning. Mom would get mad if I didn't get more." He said. A lot of the days were like this. He would sit, and talk to her. Hoping that by some chance she would respond to him. Anything... a twitch, a sigh, a blink... he would take it.
They would keep her on the life support for only so long.
She had to wake up... or they would kill her.
Kevin... he was different too. He didn't shave as much, so his chin had some rouch fuzz on it, and his hair had grown out quite a bit. It was down to his shoulders now, shaggy, he barely took care of it.
"Mr. Levin," A nurse said, walking into the room. He looked up, his eyes seemingly empty. He nodded, knowing it was time. Nine Pm. Visiting hours were over. The nurse watched as he brushed past her, walking out the door. "Please... have a nice night." She said.
All she got in reply was a muffled grunt.
Kevin, well, he hardly talked to anybody now a days. He was distracted to say the least. And Angry. Got was he angry. At himself, at the world. The thing he loved to do the most, well, other than sit beside Gwen, was beat some Alien ass. It was just about the only way he could vent his inner hatred for himself. If he had been on time, if had picked her up instead of let her be dropped off... she would be okay. They would probably be together. They would have kissed, and hung out without Ben... all would be okay.
But it wasn't.
Kevin was known to go a bit... overboard these past few months. Especially when fighting Aliens. In fact, on that very night he had gone a bit over board.
An Amoratian had been spotted just out of Bellwood and Ben had called on Kevin to help take it out. Keving was more than happy to help. Ben had gotten himself tangled up in his own web- literally. He was hanging in the web that Spider Monkey had created, stuck. The Amoratian tried to take a bite out of Ben, but of course Kevin wouldn't let that happen. He had absorbed the stone beneath his feet, hardening his features. It was his armor, his protection.
The teen reached out, grabbing onto the sand papery tail of the Amoratian and pulling him back. Enraged by this, the alien creature wretched back, his teeth glimmering. But not for long. With a grunt Kevin drew his fist back and slammed it into the beast face, causing it to crash back.
The teen was on it in a second. He straddled the struggling monster and drew his fist back. He kept slamming and slamming his fist into it's 'face' not caring about it cries for pain, the thing looked so helpless lying under Kevin. Did Kevin care? Not at all. It was a beast, a monster. It was nothing. It was a threat to the world, who cared if he killed it off? And right now... Kevin was looking for blood.
"Fucking piece of shit!" Kevin shouted, going in for another punch when suddenly- his hand was incast with some sort of goop. It was a web.
"That's enough Kevin!" Ben shouted, his voice still strill from his spider monkey form. "He's had it. It's tiem to turn him in. You know this isn't how we do things."
Kevin glared at the boy then reluctantly got off. He stood and watched as Ben changed back to his human self. "You've gone soft Tennyson. You know Gwen would have finished the job." The older boy said, standing threateningly close.
"No, she wouldn't have. She would have been the one slamming you down to get you to stop." Ben said, his eyes narrowing, daring Kevin to argue. "This needs to stop Kevin. You're a mess. You need to get over it. Face the facts. Gwen may never wake up. You can't keep living like she was the only thing in your life. I... I miss her too. and I want her to wake up... but the chances... Kevin there-"
"You talk too much." Kevin said, pushing past Ben and towards his Camero. He sped off without so much as another word.
He was going towards the downtown district when something caught his eye. The local theatre was having a play... 'Withering Heights'. He skid to a stop. That... that was... The book she had been reading. When it happened... he stared at it for a while. He bet she would want to see that... he bet she would. He sat in awe for a moment. "Gwen would want to see it..." He said out loud. He bit his lip a bit and then nodded once to himself. A final decision. "She'll see it then."