𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #1: 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

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I released a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling, a frown marring my face. I wasn't happy at what happened. I shouldn't have ended up at the hospital when I lost consciousness. I should've died instead.

Hell was the place for people like me.

Mum and Imogen hadn't been given the chance to be saved and rushed to the hospital because their only saviour had left them at the time of need.

That same 'saviour' had fallen unconscious and was granted a chance to live.

I sighed deeply for the umpteenth time and shut my eyes, my hands clutching the bed sheets.

The doctor instructed me to rest. I wasn't supposed to think about this, it could make my health condition worse.

The fact still remains, you let Mum and Imogen die!

I tightened my eyes and tightened my grip on the bedsheet, pressing my head deeper into the pillow on the hospital bed.

"I didn't mean to!" I yelled at my subconscious.

Mum and Imogen's scared faces visualized in a form of mists. Mouths covered by hands and being held hostage.

Imogen broke down in tears and tried to free her hands to beckon me to come to their aid. Mum's black orbs screamed at my face for help.

I panicked, I was foolish. And I ran, away from them.

I heard the sound of gun shots.....

My eyes bulged open and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks despite my efforts to fight them. I gritted my teeth as I moved and turned on the bed.

"I didn't mean to!" I croaked out.

Tears rolled down endlessly and I shut my eyes back, my lips quivering and bearing the excessive pain I felt in my heart, breathing heavily.

... And that was the last I saw of the both of them.

My sharp nails dug deeper into the bed sheets as the sting at my heart got more intense.

I felt soft, cold hands wrap itself round my tightened fists and I opened my eyes immediately. I met warm light blue eyes and it took me a minute to remember I wasn't alone in my room in London.

Slowly, I became aware of the person standing beside my bed. She smiled at me and rubbed my balled fists.

"You'll be fine." She told me softly and gave me a warm smile.

My racing heart slowed down gradually with me breathing heavily and all I could do was stare back into her icy blue eyes.

My gaze flew to the hands she placed on my fists, then, back to her. "You'll be fine." She repeated.

Unable to find my words, I nodded and slumped my shoulders, released my hold on the bedsheets too to let out the tension in me.

She moved away from me and moved her gaze through the tiny tube that let liquid flow into the veins of my body.

She looked back at me and smiled, the bangs of her sandy blonde hair covering parts of her eyes. "When the drip bag's empty, you'll be ready to go home, Kid."

I nodded. "Thank you."

"Although your PTSD and OCD disorders have gotten really serious. A psychotherapist is what you need and I reckon the Doctor's gonna recommend one to ya. You're too young a boy to be going through this kinda trouble." The nurse said lowly, shaking her head, letting the lines of old age display itself.