After hours of laying in bed, not being able to sleep I decide to go for a run to clear my mind.
I take a deep breath once outside as the icy breeze chills me to the bone. I begin to run my usual route towards the bridge that crosses Lake Michigan, through the the backstreets of Chicago.
I get to the bridge and stop so I can catch my breath, looking down the bridge and debating where halfway is. I take one long breath before running as fast as I can towards the middle.
I can feel the breath getting knocked out of my lungs but the burn makes me feel alive. It reminds me that I'm alive and that i would not be if a dear friend of mine hadn't taken that fatal bullet. His name was Peter, Peter Lewis Kingson Wentz. He had a son who had the same name as him so he would be remembered for generations. His name would go down in history.
I stop as my legs faulter, bending over as I gasp in breaths. My legs are shaking from exhaustion but I'm shaking all over. I can feel the lump in my throat as I remember that very moment like it was yesterday.
I ducked as a rain of bullets came from the enemy's trench, once it had gone quiet I poked my head up and shot a round of bullets. None replied so I looked at my battalion; we all nodded, having the sam idea. Except Peter. He did not want to go because something felt wrong. The whole battle field was silent.
We went anyway. I stayed near the back with Peter because I didn't want to leave him and I felt bad for making him come up the top with us. That is when all hell broke loose. There was a crack of gunfire and all my friends were falling, left right and centre.
"PETER!" I screamed as he jumped in front of me. He fell to the ground and I grabbed him, dragging him back to our trench. By this stage I did not care if I get hit, all I could care about was Peter. We tumbled into the muddy trench and I pulled him up, sort of on my lap. His breathing was coming out in short gasps as his uniform was turning red.
"I'm so sorry Pet-"
"I did what I had to do," He says, gasping between every word, "Write to my family. Tell them I love them."
"Don't you say that, you're not going to die!" I shake my head as tears fall down my cheeks. They make a trail through the blood and mud splattered on my face.
"You're a brave lad. Stay stro-" His eyes glaze over and he falls limp in my arms.
"NO! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I scream as pain and grief washes over me. He had a wife and son whereas I had no-one yet he sacrificed his life for mine.
I fall to the floor, my chest tight with pain as sobs rack through me. I curl up in a ball and sob, not caring if anyone is around.
"Mate, are you okay?" I hear someone ask quietly.
"Do I look okay!" I scream at him.
"Sorry, bad question. Look, it's getting light and I don't think you wanna stay here and get trodden on. How about you come with me and we'll sort you out, yeah?" He suggests and I nod, letting him help me to my feet.
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Centuries
FanfictionLife is normal until you're 18. That's when everything stops. You stop. You're stuck being 18 until you find your other half. Your soulmate. You can find them anyway but before you do your world is empty. This is what it is like for Brendon, Patric...