Hi ok so I decided to put another chapter on in a day… I was like really bored and I have A LOT completed of this, I just need to divide it into chapters and all that crap… Sooooo… Ummm WARNING: VERY BAD WORDS ARE USED IN THIS CHAPTER! Soooo decide what to do with that… Enjoy…

CHAPTER 4

"What!" I screamed, it echoed throughout the small room.

James ran over to me to calm me down. My mom dies and I get the blame a few hours later...? I've been in the hospital! Anger shot through me and stayed in my heart as betrayal. I picked up a test tube of my blood from a tray beside my bed and crushed it in my anger. Blood covered me and my hands were bleeding from the broken glass. "No!" I heard Luke yell just before I did so. Soon Jackson and Deven were hovering around my bed. James and Luke were holding them back, but Jackson and Deven slammed them against the wall. James hit the hardest being hit by Deven into my blood tubes, tiny pieces of shattered glass piercing his pale skin.

Jackson threw Luke into the wall just below the TV. The huge vibration on the wall caused the TV to come down on top of him. "Fuck, Jackson!" Luke yelled at Jackson heaving the television off of himself. "You threw me into a freaking' TV!" Jackson flipped his middle finger to Luke then turned back to me.

James got up, his eyes black with anger. He slammed his whole body against Deven. It sounded like a bolder hitting concrete. They began punching at each other, and soon the doctors arrived with security.

The security guards pulled James and Deven apart and kept Luke and Jackson apart and pushed them out to the hallway. From what I could hear and see, all four boys and all six guards were yelling at one another. James was giving Deven the evilest look anyone could give someone, it was scary evil, his hair was in his face and his fists were tight at his side. Deven was being held back by one of the guards from getting James and Luke and Jackson were still fighting. The guards took each one by the arm and struggled to get them out of the hospital.

My doctor came into my room, "That didn't look to good..." He said, his dark brown eyes looked confused.

"It wasn't to good." I said thinking about the events that just took place.

He lifted my shirt up a little to look at my stomach. "What was it about...?"

I looked down. There was a big scar... I guess it was better then blood and a knife. "To be honest, sir... I'm not really sure..."

He laughed, "Well I guess some things are better left unknown..."

"I guess so..." I replied.

"Well, Alex... It looks like it's all healed. Your free to go home now." He said handing me some of my clothes, "Your mom brought these. I'll leave you to change."

What home? I thought to myself after I had changed. I walked down the hallway and decided to ask where the boys went to. I went to the desk where the nurses and doctors were talking about what they had seen of the incident. "Ummmm, hi," I said. They turned and stared blankly at me. I continued, "The boys that were in that fight, do any of you know where they are now?" I felt so stupid.

"They were taken to the police station. Serves them right too, disturbing the peace like that." One of them said.

I looked around; sick people, people suffering from damages beyond repair. Peace, is that what that was? "Thank you... I guess." I replied.

I left the desk and walked down to the doors and pushed them open. Their eerie creak brought me back to the day when I last say my mother alive. I walked down the road. The boys had been taken to the police station for fighting... God only knew where they were now. I wasn't going to go look for them, I was already mad and I was sure they weren't going to explain anything to me.

I sat down on the sidewalk on the side of the road, taking in the coolness of the December air. I laid on my back and looked at the sky, just like I did when my mom was sober, and still with my dad, and... Alive. Living and breathing. It seemed so long ago. I tried to get back up, but forgot that my stomach muscles still were not right. Half way up I put my arms behind me to keep myself from falling, but a shock though me causing my arms to become weak for a split second and I fell to the concrete sidewalk, knocking the breath out of me and hitting my head hard.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of Heavy Metal music. It kept getting louder until I could hear there was a loud roar of a speeding engine. All of a sudden it stopped right in front of me. The music was as loud as ever and I looked over to see a black '67 Mustang. The driver turned the car off and two passengers got out, one out of the front and one out of the back. They came over to me and looked down at me. I couldn't tell who it was, the sun was right above them making it impossible for me to see them. Then I looked at their clothes. Totally over the top, I knew exactly who it was.

"Leave me alone," I groaned, "I can't get so don't make me. I'm going to stay here until I die. You can't make me!" I looked at the red high tops on my left side.

"Just one of us is enough to pick you up, Alex, believe me. And a little word of advice? You thought getting stabbed is a painful way to die? Just wait until you starve to death. You'll wish you didn't tell us to go away." The british/french voice said.

"I was practically starving to death in that freaking' hospital! Anywhere is a better place then that to starve! I'd rather die here while I'm at one with nature!" I replied.

"You don't want to go home do you?" The British one said calmly.

"Gosh! You always manage to do that! Stay out of my mind!" I exclaimed.

"Hey, sorry it just comes... Naturally... I guess." He said.

"Go away!" I kicked at his leg. "Leave me alone!"

"Alex... Come on, your acting like a freaking' four year old!" The other one said.

"Come on James, help me." Lucan said. Luke got my arms and James got my feet and they carried me over to the car. Luke got in and pulled me in after him, then James got in, both holding my arms so I couldn't get loose. "Jackson you stupid ass!" James yelled, "You moved to the front!" Jackson turned around and stuck his tongue out then Deven started the car. The loudness of the music and the noise of the engine sounding at the same time out of nowhere, made me jump at least 1 foot out of my seat and almost busted my eardrums to pieces.

"How'd you find me!" I yelled over all of the noise. They all fell silent for a couple minutes before James replied, "Ummm we ummm... Figured you'd be here..."

"But it made absolutely no sense for me to come here that's why I came here..." I argued.

"Exactly, we came here because it made ABSOLUTLY no sense for you to come. You NEVER end up where your supposed to be. If you did, we wouldn't be in this situation right now would we?" James explained.

I couldn't argue with that. Even though it made no earthly sense, I was sure James knew what he was talking about.

"Ummm and about the hospital, how'd I get there?" I asked. That question had been bugging me and I had never had the chance to ask.

"We followed you home to make sure you stayed safe," Lucan said, "Then you started screaming so we got in through a window."

"Yeah, and when we found you room, there you were practically bleeding to death... So much blood." Jackson said turning more pale then he already was.

"So we drove you to the hospital," Luke finished, "Oh, by the way, you owe me a new car."

"No I don't... Why?" I asked.

"I saved you life... And you uh bled all over my backseat..." He said.

" Oh, I'm sorry, and, thanks..." I said sarcastically. I gave him a sarcastic hug.

Then Deven spoke up, "Hey Cook, be glad your alive. You never know how precious life is until it get taken away. One day you'll learn, and it'll be too late."

Sooooo Chapter 4...? Again… REVIEW! Please… I really want to hear what you guys have to say about this. Ummmm yeah. That's all I have to say I got everything out in the last chapter….

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