Imagines

Buddy Holly #7

So I am a shitty person who hasn't updated in forever, but here's a Buddy Holly imagine for @sweetheart0706 ! Better late than never, right?

PS: happy early birthdays to myself and Buddy Holly! Mine is September 4th, and he's September 7th :)

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Silence.

Utter silence.

That's the very thing that meets Buddy Holly's ears the moment he wakes up, groaning in absolute agony.

"Wh-Where am I?" The man groans, trying to lift his head. But he can barely lift it a few centimeters off the ground. His entire body feels like it is on fire and he lets out a long, agonized scream.

Nobody hears him.

What happened? He thinks to himself, in way too much pain to speak. Where is everybody?

The last thing he remembers, he was somewhere–on a plane, he thinks–with three other men. There was one whose name he can't seem to recall, a teenager named Ritchie...Balens? No, no...Ritchie Valens. And a man who was a few years older than Buddy himself. All Buddy can remember was that his last name was something like...Richardson?

Yes, that was it. J.P. Richardson. Or, as he was most commonly known as, the Big Bopper.

"R-Ritchie?" The man weakly calls out, cringing with every word he speaks. "J.P?"

Once again: silence.

"S-Someone please answer me." Buddy begs. It hurts like hell, but he forces himself to sit up. His glasses are broken and he squints, forcing his eyes to adjust as he looks around.

And then...he sees it.

The body of young Ritchie Valens, smashed and bloodied on the ground.

This time, Buddy's scream is not that of pain, but of horror. He cannot tear his eyes away from the corpse of the seventeen year old as he forces himself onto his feet. Immediately, he falls and screams again.

I...have to...crawl.

Buddy forces himself to do an army-style crawl, dragging himself forward by his broken and battered arms. Eventually though, he gives up. Searing pain shoots down his arms and he's barely even crawled a few inches.

Tears begin to fill his eyes.

"Somebody...please...h-help me."

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Buddy hadn't realized that he'd drifted into a sea of blackness (probably unconsciousness caused by the overwhelming pain) until he's suddenly jolted awake by the sound of...sirens?

Yes. Yes, there are sirens! And people running straight for him!

"Buddy, oh my God, Buddy!" He immediately recognized the voice of his panic-stricken wife, Anna. You sob as you run towards your broken husband, falling to your knees by your side. Authorities try to shoo you away, but Buddy weakly grips onto your hand with all his might, refusing to let you go.

"I-It's okay Anna," he mutters and manages to kiss you briefly on the cheek as the authorities prepare to take him to the hospital, "everything will be all right."

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