(n.)- sadness that you'll never be able to know how history will turn out.
I sat there with my leg shaking up and down with tears streaming down my face, as well as the blood coming from my nose and mouth. I ran a hand through my hair impatiently waiting for the doctor to come in and say something. Say anything.
Please.
This cannot be happening
I looked over to my right focusing my face onto the broken mother choking a sob every five seconds.
Miguel Diaz is more that just a boy. He's a best friend, a boyfriend, a brother but most importantly a son.
A mother has to wait to hear if her son is going to make it out alive. It broke my heart to see her like this. So broken, so vulnerable, so exhausted.
Miguel is much more than just a boy like I said. He's sweet and so so kind, but most importantly he cares. Miguel Diaz cares a little bit too much. That's one trait I admire about my bother. He's so gentle hearted, that it almost makes you want to rip your own hair out, you know the type of too gentle hearted where you just want him to yell at you?
Yes Miguel Diaz certainly has yelled, but let's be honest here. He's only ever had to when someone pushed him to an extent he can't control.
I couldn't take it. I need to get out of here. I don't want to be in this god damn hospital. Atleast not longer than I have to.
So without warning I picked my car keys up and rushed my way out of the hospital doors trying to catch a breath.
I can't breathe. Oh my god I can't breathe without him. He's everything I have, how does he expect me to breathe? I shut my car door and put my head back onto the seat. I felt as my chest went up and down desperately trying to find some sort of relaxation.
This all could have been avoided. If sam didn't kiss Miguel, or even if Tory talked it out with Sam like a normal fucking human being instead of starting a fight that put my brother into a coma.
And where's hawk my brothers bestfriends through all of this? You ask. Well, he's currently at the dojo with kresse doing god knows what.
Robby is on the run. No one's seen Tory. Demetri's at his house. Sam's in the hospital, and god knows where Johnny is.
This wasn't supposed to happen
None of this was supposed to happen.
I pulled up to the Taco Bell drive through and ordered my food. I got it and parked my car in the parking lot unbuckling my seatbelt. I turned my car off and looked over to my passenger seat.
He'll be okay
He'll be fine
He has to.
He's so strong.
He'll get through this
I suddenly lost my appetite. I took the Taco Bell bag and threw it out the window. My phone went off and I picked it up.
Hawk.
2 new messages.I tapped on it and sighed.
Hawk:
Kens are you alright?Kenzie:
Uhm yeah I'll be okay.Hawk:
Don't lie to me.Kenzie:
You want the truth? I'm terrified.Hawk:
I'm sorry.
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DESIRE- h.moskowitz
FanfictionDe•sire: a strong feeling of wanting to have something, or wishing for something to happen. • DISCONTINUED. this book is on hold untill probably March/April/ May of next year. Please understand this is one of my firsts books and doesn't have the be...