The Bad And Infuriating ✅ (Slowly Editing) 2015

17. You're all a bunch of ice bag bunnies.

Oh no. 

It all happened very fast after that, I was being hysterical. Someone had dialed 911, sirens wailing. 

Who was it? Ryan or Tom? My heart told me to hope for Tom, that he was alright. Whilst my mind told me, too act normal and borrow someone's bicycle and follow the ambulance, to the hospital. So I followed my mind. And stole someone's bike, followed the ambulance, and I kept bicycling my bike, riding alongst silent streets, sleeping households and noisy, barking dogs. 

It's all very disturbing.  

Tom or Ryan? 

Tom or.. Ryan?

TOM OR RYAN?

Decide. 

Decide...

DECIDE!!

Then I realize, that I can't, I just can't decide. 

It's too hard. But Tom probably doesn't like me the way I like him. Ugh. I'm so selfish. 

When the ambulance has stopped in fornt of the hospital, I park my bike in some random bushes and follow the emergency peeps. 

They're pulling out a cart, someone with dark hair is laying on it. But maybe the hair is naturally blonde, but just drenched with blood. My heart beats faster at the thought of that.

Then another ambulance pulls over, stops and carry away another boyish looking body. 

Oh shit...

Tom or Ryan? 

I'm scared for the both of them. I follow them inside. The walls are plastered with white paint. ANd it changed color.

People are waiting for their family. When I look at the clock it's almost twelve o'clock. Shit. 

I decide to call my dad, with the message that I'm staying over at Fiona's and that I'm a little bit hung over, and that he doesn't need to pick me up.

He tells me, that I can stay home, and that he'll call me in sick. JUst because I finally did something fun. As long as I didn't get knocked up, he was fine with most things.

I tell him that I'm not doing that, and that I love him, and that we will not tell mom about this. 

He ends the call and I let myself be informed by the person who works at the reception. There have been two guys placed in room 112, down the hall, first floor, then to the right.

I yell at some young couples, who are pregnant, to hold the elevator up. They flinch as they see my outfit. "Are you a hooker or a goth?" 

"Neither of them, I'm visiting my boyfriend, or my ex, I don't know."

They look away. The youngest couple ( around twenty five. ) hold me up. "Honey, are you alright? Can I help you?" 

Oh my goodness, this woman is the nicest person on the world. 

" I"m fine, thanks though." 

I let out a dry chuckle. 

"No, sweetie. Believe me, I know your expression. I was in this sort of shit once and I never told anyone about it, let's talk, okay? My echo is four hours later, but I'm here visiting an other couple, just wait for me in the hall okay? "

I nod and walk away. I want to visit the boys, and I want to see if they are alright. I really hope they are. 

Tom or Ryan? I hope they just have a few scratches, nothing else. Just some bruises, nothing else.