Chapter Twelve
~ Death the Kid ~
It was a few days before rumours broke out around the school. But in all honesty, I couldn't find the will to listen to what it was that people were saying. I was hardly in that much anyway.
The days I did go in, I sat outside on the bench, watching that same place that she was beaten, remembering where it was that I had gave her more trouble than I did help.
Chris Daughtry played from my earphones, repeating the same few songs over and over again, just simply because they reminded me of her.
I wanted to visit her in the hospital, but I hadn't yet worked up the courage to even make my way over there. As well as I didn't think I'd be able to handle it if she didn't want to see me.
The thought of her lying there, possibly by herself scared me. I wanted anything but her to be by herself at a time like this, I would do anything - just to be with her.
I wanted to do something for her. I so badly wanted to do something that would put that amazing smile back on her face. And I think - I knew the right way to do it.
