Past Regrets

Chapter 5 He what!?!

"He... was going to tell you that he... Would have gone out with you but he didn't want to hurt you because my family was going to move away... He really did like you back Nightmere... he really did... he was going to take you down to the pond just outside the fence to tell you... I think he said something about a kiss to, but I just can't remember..." I cupped my mouth as the accident replayed in my mind again as new images of Axl popped into my head forcing my to loose all my composure.
"He was going to... and i..." I began to sob into Gordon's shirt before a doctor ran in the room and sedated me.
~dream~
Axl walked back to me and handed me the ten dollar bill with a smile.
"There see, what did I tell ya, totally safe!" I chuckled as Axl rolled his eyes and hoped back over the fence. I squeezed through the fence and was surprised to find Axl standing right in front of me. he grabbed my hand and gave me a mischievous smile as he spoke,
"come on follow me..."
~end of dream~
I fluttered my eyes open slowly and closed them again as bitter\salty tears filled them. Why him, why, why god, why with all the kindness in his heart and your knowledge of his greatness did you take him and not me?!? Why! I thought to myself as I squeezed my eyes together more tightly. I slowly gathered myself and sat back up in the hospital bed and looked around the room as the faint diluted sent of roses filled my nose. I looked at the bed table to find four Vases is full of bright blood red roses. Each one had a card with vibrant happy colours that only seemed to make me more depressive. I picked up each card and read it aloud.
"Grams and Gramps: hope you feel better little pride and joy, we are sorry to hear you lost a friend.
Mom, Dad and Trace: we love you and miss you, sorry we are not allowed to visit according to your guards outside, you've had a nervous breakdown and a psychotic break! So your under lockdown for a bit... sit tight, and stay out of trouble!
Nana and Pops: hope to see you soon, we miss you and hope you get better.
Gordon: don't worry about what happened three days ago, it's the past, I forgive you, and I'm sure Axl has to, get well soon." I looked at the roses in Gordon's vase and laughed amused by the last sentence.
"Don't worry I'm not a stalker, Axl told me a while back that black and white roses were your favourite." I picked up a black rose and sniffed the faint sent. I let a tear fall into the rose as pain coursed through my chest. As I looked at the red of the other roses and began seeing flashes of images, memories of his blood. it set me off...