Mistakes
Sean was in trouble. He had made a huge mistake. He had already had a foot out the door, now he has two feet in the grave. He couldn't hear anything. There were only muffled sirens, and cars.
Let's start from the beginning.
To sum it up, a 17 year old named Sean, was picking up his little brother, Mark, who was 15 years old. Mark was at a birthday party for one of his friends. Mark called him when it was time to leave, so Sean got in his car and began to drive. About halfway there, something had happened.
It'd happened so fast. One minute he had his hand gripped to the wheel, the next he was swerving, then almost dead on the ground. The brakes didn't work. The emergency brake didn't work. Nothing had worked. No movement came from his body. His breathing was labored. His rib cage had multiple fractures, his arm almost cut completely off by the shrapnel. The only sign of him living, was his chest rising, and dropping. He continued to flatline in the ambulance. No one was in the car when he crashed.
Mark was practically glued to Sean in the ambulance. As soon as he heard that Sean had crashed, he took his friend's bike, and rode over to the crash site, running on pure adrenaline. He stayed by his side during the whole thing, even was in the room when the surgery happened.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." He kept repeating.
The whole time, he had blamed himself for Sean crashing. Even with friends and family trying to support him, he couldn't get over the continuous guilt. It made him sick to his stomach 24/7. Every day, every second, Mark stayed with Sean. Talking to him about things, watching movies and tv shows by his side. He couldn't care less about him missing school, the only thing that had mattered was his brother, who was practically dying because of him. He would never forgive himself for going to that party. Maybe if he didn't go, things would be different.
They could both be at school, and come home to play video games, and hang out until sundown.
Mark had often fantasized about that.
But what Mark didn't know, was that Sean was listening the whole time.
He wanted so bad to tell him it wasn't his fault. He strained to open his eyes, and couldn't. He was useless. But every time he attempted to move, it would only induce more pain. He always wanted to cry, but he couldn't. His injuries were blocking his emotions. How long he'd been here? It seemed like months to him, not moving, and not being able to do anything. He sweared he wouldn't die, that'd he keep fighting for his brother.
And that was exactly what he was going to do.
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Okay, so I wrote this in twenty minutes and it turned out slightly decent. And yes, that is Mark and Jack's name. Your welcome.
-me aka me who's not you
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