Forbidden, Caught, and Running... With my Brothers Best Friend

Opening His Eyes

*Zach's P.O.V.*

            There's no point in waking up. I didn't mean to get her hurt, or even kill her. I tried to save her. The way Mitch was acting made me sure that I had killed her. I felt absolutely terrible. I killed her. I was a cold hearted killer.

            It was my entire fault. I should have paid attention. I should never have been distracted. It is all my fault.

            These thoughts kept flitting through my head. My fault, my fault, my fault. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. My heart clenched in agony. My fault. The two words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head. My breath caught in my fault. She was dead because of me.

            All my fault. That's all I could think about as I lay there in my hospital bed in agony. Every single part of me hurt. I felt like I was burning up. I just wanted to give up. There is no point of being alive anymore. She's dead, and it's all my fault.

            Despite all these thoughts running through my head, I forced my eyes open and looked around me. The white of the walls glared at me, making me feel even more guilty deep inside. I hated myself. I would never be able to forgive myself. I killed the girl that I loved. She was dead, gone forever. I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror again without feeling the guiltiness.

            My conscious feels heavy with guilt. It lined the inside of my stomach, seemingly getting thicker and thicker with each breath I took. My lungs felt heavy, my heart sad. My whole being was just falling apart because of this. I couldn't believe that I had killed her.

            These thoughts keep going through my mind, never leaving me, never giving me a rest. The constant beeping noise of the oxygen machine I was on reminded me that, as every beep passed, I was still alive. My heart beat was there. It was, and always would be, a constant reminder as to what I had done to her.

            She was gone. The thought was slowly processing in my mind. I had done it. I killed the love of my life. I will never love again. I will throw myself from a cliff to join her. I needed her in my life. She was perfect, with not a care in the world, and I had killed her. She was gone, gone forever.

            I swung my legs over the side of the hospital bed. I had to get out. I had to get out of this place. It just reminded me of the horror I had caused, the horror that would forever be embedded in my mind, heart, and very soul.

            As I stood up, I felt a slight pain in my arm. I looked down and realized I had an IV hooked into my arm. I felt frustrated, realizing I was stuck in this dreadful prison. I couldn't escape my fate.

            I continued looking at my arm in a daze. As I was staring at it, I heard the most beautiful thing in the world. I heard my baby's voice. My heart leapt with joy.

            She was alive. My baby was alive. The love of my life lay in a bed only a few doors down from mine. She was alive!

            I felt like doing a little dance around the room. I wanted to shout joyously at the top of my lungs. She was alive. She wasn't dead. I could live my life without any remorse now. She was alive!

            Her voice filtered down the hallway. I could tell she was annoyed and she was yelling. She never raised her voice unless she was super mad. I yanked my IV out in desperation. I needed to get to my girl. I had to see what was making her mad.

            I was searching for normal, civilian clothes when it hit me what she had been saying.

            "What do you mean forget him?" She had yelled, "He frigging saved my life, Mitch. I love him! I can't just forget him!"

            I stopped dead in my tracks. She loved me. She loved me! My baby loved me! And I loved her! My life is now perfect. My heart skipped a few beats. She loves me!

            As my head struggled to wrap itself around what she had said, I remembered what Mitch had said to me. My best friend was way the hell out of the line to have said that. I knew that if I went anywhere near her, Mitch would personally castrate me. He would make sure I could never have children, never look, smell, or hear a girl, and that my heart would never beat for a girl. So, in other words, he would kill me.

            My heart sank. I would never be able to see her again. I would never be able to tell her that I loved her. She would never know that I loved her. She would move on with her life. It was then that a little part of me died, until I came up with a plan.

*Jhana's P.O.V.*

            "What do you mean forget him?" I yelled, "He frigging saved my life, Mitch. I love him! I can't just forget him!"

            I threw my hands over my mouth at my last two sentences. I can't believe I just told my brother that.

            His face reddened in anger and he advanced on me, "You will not love him, do you hear me?" he screamed, "There is no way in hell I will let you near him again."

            My eyes started watering, and tears spilled over my cheeks. My breath came in soft gasps, and my shoulders started to shake. Never see Zach again. Never see him. I would die.

            I looked into Mitch's eyes, "I can't do that. You can't make me do that, Mitch. You know if you do you will be taking a part of me away. You will be killing the best part of me. I love him, and I will never love another like I love him. He is my life. He is the reason I wake up every morning. I love him."

            Mitch clenched his hands into fists. He closed his eyes and took deep, even breaths. I could almost hear him counting in his head. I knew he was mad.

            "Mitch," I said softly, "You do know it wasn't his fault. It wasn't something that you could stop. It was an accident, and I lived. I'm alive, Mitch. I could be dead, but God saved me. I'm alive. Look at me."

            I took his chin into my hands and lifted his face up. His eyes slowly opened and he looked over me. Other than a broken leg, I was alive and well. I had bruises and scratches, but I was alive.

            "Mitch," I whispered, "Please don't do this to me. You don't know how much he really means to me. He is the sun in my sky. He is the sand at the beach. He is my everything. He is the reason that I wake up with a smile on my face. He is the reason for every happy thought of mine. "

            Mitch opened his eyes and glared at me. "No," he thundered, "Get him out of your mind. He will never be a part of your life again. He means nothing to me. He almost killed my sister, my only sister."

            "But he didn't, Mitch," I argued, "Don't you get it? He walked miles for me. He saved my life. If he hadn't done anything, you would have found my body a few days from now floating down the river."

            Mitch turned and left the room, hands in fists, head down. I could hear him trying to control his breathing, and then he was gone.

            I let out the breath I had been holding. I needed Zach. I loved him. I had to talk to him and let him know how I felt.

*So this is the next part of the story. Sorry if it is bad. I've been under a lot of stress lately. Hope you all enjoy. COMMENT!!!!! PLEEEZ*