SkyFall (Rough Draft)

Chapter Three-4 in the Morning

I was sick. I was fucking sick.

One week away from Thanksgiving, and I had gotten myself sick.

Standing outside in the rain for an hour was not the best idea ever, but I guess we weren't the smartest teenagers.

But, what teenager was smart?

It was four in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. Albeit, most of it was because of my coughing spurts. That was what initially got me up, after that, I couldn't fall back asleep.

Levi's been on my mind since getting up. He was all I thought about anymore, it seemed like. Though, I didn't mind. Levi is everything to me, and it was accurate to use the present tense.

I was just starting to envision a future with him when he was brutally taken away from me. I never got to say goodbye; to say that I love him. He never heard the words, though he said them.

God!

Why couldn't I have just been able to tell him that I love him? Why did he have to die before he knew how I felt? Why, world, why?

Levi didn't deserve to be taken away so young or any of the other guys'; they all deserve to live, to say goodbye to their loved ones.

My phone started to go off, buzzing on my nightstand.

I groaned. Who was calling at this hour? I reached over and grabbed my phone, ignoring who was calling and picked up. "Hello?" I grumbled.

"You're sick too, huh?" Holland asked, throat hoarse. "I didn't know if you'd pick up or not, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway." He started coughing uncontrollably. When he stopped, he said, "this is why you don't stand out in the rain for extended-" he started coughing again, "periods of time."

I heard him rustling, then gurgle. He sighed. "Water truly is the best."

"I have a head cold, stuffy nose," I told Holland. "What about you?"

"What? Come on, how are you not sicker? Upset stomach, stuffy nose, and the cough you just witnessed. Plus, I've been throwing up like crazy since late last night."

"I'm sorry." If I never got so upset then Holland never would have followed me outside, in the rain, we wouldn't be sick right now. But since I got so upset, I let us get sick. I let Holland become sick when he could be healthy right now.

I was a terrible friend.

"It's not your fault, I'm the judge of my actions."

I shook my head, a laugh bubbling up my throat. That was a very bad idea, the action hurt my head like hell, making it pound. I groaned, holding my head with my free hand.

"What? What happened? What's wrong?" Holland worried, coughing with the urgency of his tone of voice.

"Nothing much," I responded. "I just moved my head the wrong way." I cleared my throat. I could hear my dad softly snoring in their room, coughing every now and again. Mom brought me Chicken Noodle Soup for dinner when my head spun so much when I tried to move out of bed, I refused to even leave my room.

She just collected my dirty dishes.

"Come over," I whispered. I never thought about the consequences that my words would bring, I just said them. I didn't want to know if there would be any consequences. I was sick, and I wanted someone to hold me that wasn't one of my parents.

I wanted Levi.

"Please come over. You can sneak in through the window."

"You mean to climb the rose stand? That thing is a hazard."