Part 2
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I felt something slam into my shins. My face flew towards the ground faster than I could ever imagine. My right arm flew out and blocked my fall.
I fell to the ground, HARD. I heard popping noises as my hand slammed into the concert floor. Pain rippled up my arm. Pain gripping onto me tighter and tighter, like an anaconda squeezing it's prey. My arm screamed out, feeling as if knives were shoving there way into my wrist.
Tears prickled at the edge of my vision, dangerously close to spilling over. I will not cry. I will not cry. I thought as I closed my eyes, trying to stop them.
I rolled over to get off my wrist to stop the pain, but then hands and bodies forced me back onto my hurt hand. I screamed, opening my eyes to look at the faces around me. A single tear flowed down my cheek. Faces filled everywhere my eyes looked. Time seemed to slow down as the brain pounded from the pain.
The pain was suddenly all I could think about. Broken a tiny voice in the back of my head screamed at me from deep inside my subconscious. I shut my eyes, hoping beyond hope that the pain would go away.
Hands suddenly grabbed at my shoulders, yanking me to my feet. I yelled as someone forced my broken hand behind my back. I forced my eyes open just in time to see Minho, Brenna, Theresa, and all the people from both groups around me, before the dragged me into the hallway. Away from freedom. Away from my friends, but hopefully the pain will be no more.
"You shouldn't have done that, Thomas." A lady said from somewhere above me. They tied me down on a bed, and started putting the bones back into place. I screamed at the top of my lungs and tried to yank my hand away, but they held my hand tight.
It felt like the devil was cracking whips across my hand.
And everything that has happened... I only had one thought on my mind. Even through the pain and lose that I've experienced, I don't know why I thought this...
Why me?