Barely Breathing
It haunted him. Every night, the voices, the visions.
Please Tommy please
Bang
He had killed his best friend. Shot him in the head point blank. The Glue, the one who had held them together, pushed his own emotional pain away to help others. He never deserved a death like that, no one did, but especially not him. He had tried harder than Thomas had ever seen any of them try. And it killed Thomas to know along with all the physical effort the guy had put in, he was also dealing with his own emotional torment.
Thomas hadn't told Minho, and he knew he would never tell him. Minho didn't need to know about their friend's demise.
Still it plagued Thomas. He was only thankful that he had closed his eyes. If he'd kept them opened he would have seen something truly morbid, but maybe.. not what he expected.
He lay in what felt like the softest bed his broken body had ever slept in. His back ached, his head hurt, he felt nauseous, and there was a throbbing pain across his neck.
He suddenly felt the memories of what had happened flooding back.
His first thought was 'How does anyone have that bad a shot?!'
Then he heard the voices.
"I think he's coming to." A woman's voice.
"Do you think he'll remember?" A guy.
"Let's hope not, it'll make it a million times harder to get the chip out if it's broken." The woman said.
"WICKED can do anything." The male voice said.
"Shh, I think he's waking up." The woman again.
Hell No! If they were WICKED, and they wanted him to wake up, then he wouldn't. He slowly faded back into the dark oblivion. Along with his memories...
Wow, first time posting anything I've written.. so, just so you know, the entire book is pre-written. I wrote it all already, just posting it now. Also, it was written entirely to the song 'Broken' by Lifehouse, not mine.. let me know what you guys think, :)...