I am Chris (bwwm)

Prologue (0)

You can hate me and throw things at me when you're done. PLEASE read the author's note at the bottom when you're finished.

Prologue:

"WOOOOHOO!" C.C screamed. I flinched. I was still thinking about that night. It was only a few hours I was there but it felt like one of the longest nights of my entire life...

I sat on my bed, curled into a miserable little ball. Suddenly my phone went off beside me. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone. I slid my finger over the answer button and said, "Hello?" Without looking at the caller I.D. All I hear was someone saying things in a high-pitched, hysterical voice. "What? Slow down." I just barely made out the words. 'Chris' and 'car'. This was Lea. "Lea, take a deep breath and start over." She took thirty seconds to calm down and get herself straight.

"O-okay. Chris got in a car crash, he's in the hospital... it's not looking good." She hiccupped.

"Lea, where are you?"

"At the hospital..."

"Which one?" I didn't even bother changing out of my sweat pants and tanktop. I just slid on a pair of shoes and grabbed a jacket.

"Uh, the one near the college."

"I'll be there soon." I put my phone in my jacket pocket. I ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen to grab the car keys.

"VERONICAAA!" My mother called. "Where are you going?"

"Hospital, Chris got in an accident. No, I don't know when I'll be home, and no, I don't care how tired I'm going to be later. See you when I come back." I called hastily before running out the front door. I could feel the cold air nip at my exposed skin, but I couldn't really feel it. It was like I was detatched from myself. Like I was watching Veronica get in the car and struggle to keep herself from speeding.

I wasn't feeling anything. It was like I just couldn't absorb everything. My body held off the emotions because they were too strong for me to handel. I was barely there as I stepped out of the car into the hospital parking lot, or when I talked to the receptionist. I walked towards the waiting area I was vagely aware of the smell of disinfectant, the low, pained moans of the sick, and the overall sterilized sadness in whole place.

I only came back into myself when I saw Lea sitting in a chair in the waiting area. Her blue eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. When she saw me she threw her arms around me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oof! Lea!" I wheezed.

"S-sorry..." She sniffled and pulled back. "Apperently they found him on this long, dark road, half dead..."

"So he's not...?

"No, he's not dead, but it's not looking good either. They wouldn't tell me what's wrong with him or when we can see him, they just said he's unstable." She slumped down into a chair and wiped her eyes. "He can't die. He and Andy are all I've got. I don't know what I'll do if I lose him..." I sank down in the chair beside her, realizing something.

"Oh my God," I muttered. "This is my fault."

"What?"

"This is my fault. We had an argument over whether or not we would still..." I choked. I could feel a lump forming in my throat. "... be together because of... the baby... and I said I couldn't do it. I couldn't share with her. So he left. If we didn't have that conversation--" I choked again. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. I thought. I did this.