Goners

Prologue

Kelsey, Brad and I were rushing towards Kian's hospital room. I can't believe this happened.

A dark figure turned towards the window was standing in the middle of the cold empty room. The sunbeams illuminated his messy hair, uncovering that it was him. He was sitting in a wheelchair in quiet.

"Kian?" Kelsey called.

He slowley turned around. His skin was pale and tired, hands shaking.

„So I guess actions really do have consequences" he murmured to himself. He didn't take his eyes off the floor.

Kelsey went towards him and kneeled down next to the wheelchair. „Hey, it's not your fault"

„Of course it is. It always is."

„No, don't say that. Everything will be okay." I tried calming him down. I knew nothing will be okay or the same after this.

"Okay? What do you fucking mean by okay?! Take a look around you, Liv!" he slowly started to raise his voice and finally took his look off the floor. His voice was filled with anger and pain. I never saw him like this. "Everything has been ruined. Remember all the plans and dreams? Gone. Ruined. I'm here stuck in a wheelchair for who knows how long and..." he took a deep breath "Andrew's dead, man." he said those last words quietly realizing what he said was the truth. He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths

I didn't respond. How do you respond to something like that?

The quiet filled the room.