24 HOUR BUS. (Luke Hemmings 5sos) AU

Hour 14

6am.
13 hours gone.
11 more.
There were blood on his shoes.
Stains on my hands.
Lives on my hands.

"And yes. This is what she would want." Jason grumbled. It felt weird knowing his name, knowing some of his story. "It's the only way I will get justice for her. Making others feel what I feel. Brining what happened to everyone's attention."

The driver rambled but I never listened. There are more blood stains on my hands now than there were 1 hour ago. I aggravated a deranged man, it was my fault. My vision is was shaking. I can't say anything else to him, it might cost another live. I can't say anything else I don't want to cause any more hurt.

"Does that help your nosy little head? Does that quench your thirst for invading my privacy?!" He got right up in my face. Spit burned in my skin. His eyes were like lasers cutting my brain open. His hands were balled into fists in the air. "WELL?!"
I nodded my head so fast I thought it would fall of my shoulders.

"Nosy bitch." He said under his breath.

Has my heart returned to beating yet? I'm not sure if I can feel it. Maybe it was my turn but it wasn't the gun that was going to kill me, it was the terror.
I was still sat on the camp stool with my knees almost under my chin and my jaw on the floor. He dumped himself onto his seat grabbing a phone and started tapping away. A grey murmuring came from his as he frowned even more.
I don't want to know what he was doing. It could be anything!
It was still dark outside, the snow was not as heavy anymore. From the bus window it looked  at least 4 or 5 inches thick. There were no birds in the sky the place looked deserted as the few street lights were starting to dim.

I looked down nervous to ensure I didn't make eye contact with Jason. The ruler Luke used to straighten my wrist had turned red. The bleeding had slowed down a lot but it was still bleeding. I would have to remember and ask Luke if that was bad, if I see him again.

What if he was dead already?!
Did he die because of me?!
Did I the take sparkle out of his eyes?

My head was spinning. I couldn't live with myself doing that. I know this person, kind of. I could feel the blood on my skin. I could feel the cold draft from the shitty Windows. All of my senses were swirling. My eye sight was blurry.
My breath was fast and tight.
I can't see.
I can't move.
I can't breath...