a/n: as far as time goes, i probably should have pointed out this story is non-linear.
if you havent figured that out by now then i detest thee
just kidding. but anyway on a similar note, everything happening in the hospital is within a four day period, and everything in James' flashback is happening in about.. well, you're at the next day right now, but obviously everything that happened to him is going to span throughout a five month period. does that make sense? idk sorry ya'lls
i also realised that i type my author's notes like a diseased chimp with ADHD so i'm trying to do better on that. xD i probably will not try too hard, though.
also i did it i wrote the chapter fuq u all ok
It's dark. So, very dark.
He's blind, absolutely sightless and he's terrified.
He's laying down, he thinks, on some kind of metal or concrete block- he's not sure. He'd feel at the material, but when he tries to move, he's restricted, only managing to make his bonds rub at his wrists and ankles with the effort. Why is he bolted down? What the fuck happened? He remembers falling, falling down some sort of tunnel(maybe?) and landing on something really hard.. There was some sort of sound.. a very disturbing sound.. but what was it, what was it? James can't remember.
Then he hears it.
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"God, Kendall, it was horrible," James sobs hysterically into Kendall's shoulder, the beeps of the pulse monitor accelerate rapidly and Kendall's heart jumps into his throat. Desperately, he grapples at James' back with his hands, awkwardly attempting anything he can to calm James down before anything bad happens. He feels the moisture of James' breakdown soak his sleeve, but he doesn't particularily care that much about his clothing, anyway.
"James, it's okay." He says softly into auburn hair, feeling strings of it run along his face, leaving burns in their wake.
They're all back in the hospital room, Logan and Carlos are watching in discomfort(and in Logan's case, envy) as James bleeds out into Kendall, who was the first one(maybe the only one, even) to want to comfort the panicking brunet.
"The laughing-" James chokes out, pulling away from Kendall to expose his wide, sightless eyes. Kendall goes rigid with worry and uncertainty, afraid James is about to have mania. "The laughing, make it stop!" He buries himself back into Kendall's shoulders, his larger body racking with sobs. "Please.." Kendall hoods his eyes and tries to relax, inoutinout and he rubs James back as comfortingly as he can, closing his own eyes and breathing rythmatically.
(Logan stares at the ground, and Carlos stares at Logan.)
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James has been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past two hours now, seeing nothing but darkness each time he opened his eyes. He hasn't heard the laughing for two hours now, but that doesn't change the feeling of absolute terror that he has felt since he woke up the first time. For some reason, his neck hurts a lot, and he can't move his head all that much.
He gulps, feeling the lump in his throat ache as his adams apple bobbed against it. He nervously struggled against his bonds, writhing against the slick leather holding his limbs down, and winced as the abrasion irritated the raw skin of his wrists.
He felt tears running down his face, snot down the bridge of his lip, but he didn't care- all he cared about was the fact that he was going to fucking die.. or worse. He already knew it was going to happen, all he wanted now was for it to just happen.
"Look," He chokes out, past tears, past panic, past the impending psychosis scorching him from the neck up- "I don't know what you want, but whatever you want to do with me, just do it already!" He desperately screams the end of the sentence, feeling the hot wetness on his face increase quickly. His gaze darts left, right, left, right speedily, but his vision never changes, the darkness doesn't lift.
But then, it does.
It's slow, painfully, horribly slow, but it's happening, James realises, the room is lightening ever so slowly and as James' eyes adjust to the low yellow glow being cast in the room, he gets more and more terrified, feeling the blood throbbing and roaring in his ears and the rapid growing and shrinking of his pupils. Dread rises up in his heart, floats light as the dead to the top of his chest and then presses down on his lungs.
It takes hours, but eventually the room is glowing with a pale yellow light- still not bright enough for James to see everything(not that he even wants to), but he can see enough.. except for the fact that his eyes are screwed shut in terror. The voice in his head whispers, open your eyes, James, open them but he doesn't know if he can. But he has to, he does, and just the thought of opening them makes him shake uncontrollably, rubbing his wrists bloody as he trembles in the bonds.
Slowly, James opens his eyes-
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"Carlos!" Kendall's frantic cry resounds through the small apartment, and Carlos snaps to attention imediately, the episode of iSnarly he had been watching completely forgotten. He races into to the Kames bedroom, only to find that his friend was completely intact on his bed, watching something on his laptop. Frowning in annoyance, Carlos strides over to Kendall and pops him in the back of the head. His blonde friend shrieks in surprise and pain and recoils, staring daggers at the latino.
"The hell was that for, bro?"
"You worried me for nothing, you ass!" Kendall rolls his eyes dismissively, causing Carlos to flinch, and turns the laptop around so that it's facing him.
"Look," He says. "I've been searching for anything I could find about the park James must have gone to, but everything on Google was blocked. I used like.. every single fucking search engine ever, and it took me three hours, but I found this." Kendall looks both incredibly proud of himself and extremely upset, and Carlos is uneasy when he looks down at the bright laptop screen. It looks like an old article for a local Malaysian newspaper or something. Carlos' eyes go wide as he reads the title.
"DISNEY PARK CONSTRUCTION HALTED AFTER LOCALS REBELLION KILLS MASCOT"
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Logan remembers when they first moved to LA, when everything was novelty; the shining lights, the picture-perfect sunsets, the shining stars that made their presences known wherever they went. It wasn't long, after all, before they became stars themselves, and the freshness of California went away, faded and white-washed. It wasn't new anymore, it wasn't an everlasting thrill anymore. But he remembers the time when it was, because it was the best fucking time of his life.
He remembers when the four of them would drive to the edge of the city, out to a remote clearing hidden in the middle of the woods. They'd sit in dead grass and stare up at the stars, wondering but never knowing, thinking but never caring. They'd talk for hours on end about nothing, sweet nothing, then return to their dormitory at midnight with dead feet, shuffle to bed tiredly and pass out until the next morning. It was great, the carefree live.
(Care-free, he thinks. That's all he should be.)
a/n: i think kendall is going to be the whore of the group. xD KIDDING, KIDDING. wow im not doing a good job at the whole 'don't act like a two year old in your authors note' thing, am i? OH FUCKING WELL I DO WHAT I WANT THIS IS MY ACCOUNT
look at me doing a double update ya'll should be mother effing proud. also i procrastinated with making the antagonists appear so WOO but i promise they're coming next chapter.. which i may not post for a while just to kill you guys with suspense. ^u^ i love you all! lol, bye. review if you hated or liked it idgaaaf anymore
(i just realised how short this is sorry)