(Swearing Warning. PG15)
Melanie. A typical 17 year old girl. Or so everyone thought. She would say "If you ever read my thoughts, you would be terrified"
Tyler. 17 year old boy with fluffy brown hair. Normal looking. Not so normal thinking.
Josh. A...
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(Tylers POV) A/N : Now, I understand Tyler doesn't really have a point of view due to him being unconscious. The chapter will make more sense once you read it. Also, I would love to give a shoutout to x-MadHatter-x for being one of the biggest supports on this story.
Darkness. Just, darkness. Well, not just darkness. I feel wetness in the back of my head, and a headache is pounding in the back of my head. After about 15 minutes, my eyes start to flicker. "Huh" I mumble. I see light, too guys, a girl crying and an angel. "W-What happened...?" I asked the angel. "Oh thank god!" She yelled. Then everything was brought back into reality. "M-M-Melanie-e" I said. "Good. No concussion guys. He's good." She said. Then, I stood up. "Let's go" I said, remembering we were getting to hell *Cough cough* school. "You sure?" Melanie asked. "Yeah" I said. Then, they all stood up. We started walking, and finally, Melanie walked next to me. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Yeah" I replied; my thoughts were somewhere else. "Tyler, you know that if you were more careful maybe Melanie wouldn't have panicked. If you were more careful, she wouldn't have had her mini panic attack. You caused that Tyler." that's why my thoughts were racing. I was slowly dying. In my head, of course. Not really dying. Melanie would have literally freaked. But, it felt that way. "Hey" Melanie said. "Huh" I said. "You seemed a little dazed..." She trailed off. She couldn't possibly be fighting her thoughts...could she...?
