Perverted Gamer. [[•EDITING•]] // TheCampingRusher

==Chapter 53==

I changed the cover.
Opinions?
Lol jk, as long as I like it we keep it.

Omfg I'm sorry, mianhe mianhe, I'm in a bad mood because:

1. my classmates suck dick.

I personally hate my class. A lot.

It's probably just me because I'm not the kind to socialize much if you don't match my humor.

Nah, they're whores.

Do you like your classmates?

2. My mom got mad at me for no apparent reason, like I was chillin and watching EXO as usual then she starts nagging and screaming saying I was disrespectful...but mom wtf?

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~Brayden's Pov ✖️~ :

I stared at her heart monitor, the only sound could be heard was the beeping.

My feelings towards the annoying sound was contradicting, although it's pissing me off...it's also the sound of her heart beating.

The sound of her still alive.

I sniffed and rubbed my arms to keep me warm.

I looked over at her face, full of stitches and bruises. Looking weaker and paler as each day passes.

That night, when I went to Charlie's house with Connor after the party, the house was silent.

Connor received a call from his mom, crying as she said that Charlie and Ryan got in a car accident.

I pulled my chair closer towards her and held her hand in mine.

Her cold fingers made me even more worried than I was before.

We rushed to the hospital, I could feel my heartbeat pounding through my chest as bad thoughts invaded my mind.

When I saw her, blood covered,
my mind couldn't process what was happening, it didn't want to, and my tears began to fall one by one.

I could've handled that more maturely like Connor. He didn't cry, he just bottled everything up inside.

He ended up punching a hole through a wall, but he was more manly than me.

But the thought of her going? It's simply excruciating.

It's been days and she still hasn't woken up.

"Please...wake up," I pleaded softly to her sleeping figure as I kissed her temple "Come back to me, love."

The door opened slowly and I glanced at the person as he made his way towards me.

He held my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me, even though the pain we both felt were equal.

"How was your flight?" I asked with a small smile.

He shrugged as he sat down on the other chair on the other side of the bed.

"Worrisome." He answered as he stared at Charlie.

He looked back at me "You look paler than usual, have you been taking care of yourself well?"

"I don't matter right now." I said not looking back at him.

"Charlie wouldn't want to wake up to see her boyfriend looking tired and weak because of her." He warned with a small chuckle, but I wasn't in any mood to joke around.

"I'm glad you informed me." He said after a long silence as he nodded at me.

"No problem," I said as I rubbed my hands on my face "I didn't expect you to come here though."