The Flipsyde

The journey back

hey guys :) another chapter up :) 

I'm super excited since the prologue is nearing 100 views (fingers crossed)

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The journey  home was slow and uneventful.

The pain that I had to endure climbing up the wall was nothing compared to the pain of knowing I had failed Christopher.

I slowly made my way back home. Each step made my back burn and stars appear before my eyes- the two storey fall finally taking its toll. Looking back, I would have wondered how I missed that moment- alone- walking home under the beautiful night sky, but I suppose it just didn't matter compared to the suffering I was enduring at the moment.

As I turned onto the street with my house, my vision started fading. It was late, yes, but I could clearly see black dots in front of my eyes- slowly but steadily merging together. As I walked further forward, the dots seemed to get bigger, until I couldn't see more than I actually could see.

At this point I was almost going off of memory. I stumbled forward- unable to do much more.

And then I saw the vague outline of a hand- and then felt excruciating pain on the right side of my face. Pain that radiated to rest of my body. Pain that burnt like never before. Pain that finally overcame my will. Pain that made me finally fall down unconscious.

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I slowly came back to consciousness. I was in my room. I felt a slight warmth on my chest- on looking downwards I realized there were hot towels spread over various parts of my body.

My neck pained when I tried to turn it, but I forced myself to look around the room. The curtains were closed, but a few rays of sunlight managed to make their way into the room- it was probably early morning. There was a plate of used towels on a nightstand next to me. Mom walked through the door, holding a plate full of hot towels. She proceeded place them  by my bedside before finally looking towards me.

Her eyes were full of sorrow. The sorrow of not being able to do anything as one of her children lay possibly on his deathbed and the other almost died trying to save him.

Then she noticed my eyes open, and her gaze softened- momentarily- before turning to that of anger again.

"What were you thinking?! Going out there like that?!" She shouted out.

"Christopher" I managed to mutter- the word itself causing the black dots to reappear before my eyes.

"You can't just do that Marcus!! If you were gone too, what would I do?? With your dad gone, you two are all I have left!!"

I opened my mouth to reply, but the black dots spread to encompass my vision- once again pushing me under.

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By the time I finally regained consciousness again, there was bright daylight sweeping through the room. I felt a lot less tired, but the pain still echoed through my body. Forcing myself to a sitting position, I took a  look at my body. I was covered in bruises. 

Don't go raiding during a bad time, break into a girl's house and then fall two floors.. I'd have to make a note of it next time. I chuckled at my own joke as something started to gnaw at the back of my mind.

Note.... Gears started turning in my head.. What was I trying to remember?? 

Suddenly it came to me. That note from yesterday!!

I struggled to remember the message.. After 2 minutes of hard thinking I was finally able to piece it together- Meet me under the bridge- at 5:45 pm tomorrow.

What time was it now?

I rushed to the clock- it was 3:50 pm already! I had to start now!

I rushed back into my room to change my clothes. On the bedside stand I saw a note- "Going to the hospital to check on Christopher, will be back at 7:00"

That was perfect. I looked around to see if I needed anything. My eyes fell on a glass of water- half full. Wait no half empty! Screw this- fully empty now!

Ready for what was ahead of me, I rushed out the door towards my meeting with the mystery girl.

What did I think would happen? I had no clue. But I was definitely curious to find out!

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