I'm thinking of writing a story, here's what I have so far.
The ones.
Chap 1.
I got the call and rushed to the hospital, critical condidtion, he had taken a turn for the worst, he was dying. Tears streamed down my face as I got into the taxi. "You alrigh'?" asked the driver, curiously but sounding worried. He couldn't have been much older than twenty, with his wavy brown hair and eyes to match.
I couldn't answer, I couldn't bear it. I notice him look in the mirror, trying to see me, but he quickly looked away when I saw him. "You know, I don't mind listenin' if somethin's on yer mind." he said.
I still didn't answer. He chose to drop it. "So where yeh goin'?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Holly Memorial Hospital." I replied coldly. It hurt to talk, to think, to breath. My throat was dry and my lips were cracked, I had been crying so much.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes and nose were swollen and red, my dark brown hair stuck to my head from the rain, my blue eyes glistened with tears and my mascara runned down my cheeks.
"Right-eo." said the driver quickly.
We drove in silence. It was killing me, to think of Brandon dying in a hospital bed. To think I'd never see his perfect green eyes or messy black hair ever again. To think that he could be lying in a coffin soon. I couldn't help it, I did what I had been doing all day, I burst into tears. He was only eighteen, we had so many plans, to travel the world after graduating, to go to college together, to leave home behind us, to move somewhere exciting, like America or Australia, it was tragic.
The pounding of the rain against the windows brought me out of my thoughts. Irish weather, I thought to myself.
Usually my thoughts were a happy place, somewhere I could go when I was sad, but it seemed for the past week it had been the opposite. My thoughts were now a place that brought me down when I was happy, which was so rarely. My thoughts were now a dangerous place for me to go, I didn't feel safe anywhere.
We arrived at the hospital after a half hour drive. As I got out my money to pay, the driver turned around and said, "No bother, I know where I recognise you from now, from the news, you was in that car crash wasn't you? I knew from your arm," he glimpsed at my arm, which had been sliced by a piece of glass in the crash, and was now in a cast, his eyes looked into mine again, "Anyway, you probably have worse things than paying a taxi to be worried about."
I thanked him and rushed into room 304, where I saw him asleep. I walked in quietly and sat beside him. I was thankful I only hurt my arm, even if I couldnt never use it again, even if it was dead, at least I wasn't dying. Brandon had gotten mutiple injuries, including a blow to the head. I sobbed.
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