Minecon (A BajanCanadian Fanfic)

It's My Fault

*Mitch's POV*

I ran to the second floor, not caring what people thought.

I just needed to see Becca.

I ran to her room and walked in, staring at her unmoving body.

She looked so uncomfortable. I knew she was, she can't sleep without listening to music.

I sat next to her and held her hand.

"Hey, Bex. I know you can't hear me, but I really hope you wake up," I whispered.

Her body just sat there, unresponsive.

I sat there for who knows how long, just waiting.

At some point, a doctor came in to tell me in more detail what had happened.

A drunk driver had crashed into them.

The drunk driver got out, completely safe.

No cuts or bruises.

Unlike Becca.

It had been over two hours since I got to the hospital and I had told the people who would care.

I was still holding Becca's hand when Tyler walked in.

"Hey man, what's up?" I asked.

"I passed out in the lobby."

"Really? Why?"

"Because I found out some... News."

"What kind of news?"

"I found out what happened to Mya..." Tyler said, looking down.

A huge wave of realization hit me.

Mya hadn't survived.

And Tyler was devastated.

"She didn't make it, did she?"

"Instantly, when the car was hit."

"I'm sorry man," I said, standing up to hug him.

We hugged and sat down, silence overcoming us.

I stared at Becca's face. Her hair was messy, as always, but her cheeks weren't red with the seemingly permanent blush she had.

Her lips were still soft-looking, but they didn't have her usual smile on them.

Her hands were curled up into fists and at her sides. Normally, they would have been under the pillow and she'd be lying on her stomach instead of her back.

I sighed. This was torture. I had to sit here and watch her look like a dead body.

A dead body.

A dead body.

The words echoed in my mind. A dead body.

Just like Mya.

A dead, cold, lifeless body. I couldn't take it anymore, I stood up and ran to the small bathroom in Becca's room, spilling the Doritos I had eaten earlier.

The Doritos.

What if I hadn't asked for the special kind? Mya was dead because of me. Becca was in a coma because of me. What kind of monster am I? I am a killer and I hurt the only woman I could ever love.

I hurt her. And now she might not wake up. Or even worse, she won't remember. Anything.

I sat there, playing different scenarios in my head.

She could never wake up. Or she could wake up and forget everything. Or she could wake up and remember everything, but hate me because her best friend was dead. Or she could wake up and be perfectly fine. It could be hours before she wakes up. Or days. Or weeks. Or months. Or years. It could be forever.

And it was all my fault.

"It's my fault," I said to Tyler. "All of it. Everything."

"No it's not, Mitch. You're going crazy," Tyler said.

"But it is Tyler! If I didn't want those stupid Doritos, Mya wouldn't be dead and Becca would be awake and laughing. It's all my fault."

Just then, everyone burst into the room.

It was quiet.

Until Juli spoke up.

"Where's Mya?" She asked.

I looked at Tyler. Neither of us dared to answer.

"I said, where is Mya?" Juli said angrily.

"She uhhhh," Tyler said starting to tear up.

"Oh my..." Juli said then just walked out.

*Juli's POV*

Nobody answered. And that meant one thing.

They didn't want to tell me.

I walked out of the room, Rob following behind. I was determined not to let anyone see me cry, but I knew I could trust Rob.

He hugged me and I sobbed into his chest.

One of my best friends was dead. And the other in a coma.

I just cried for at least 5 minutes, Rob rubbing my back and hugging me against his chest.

"She- She can't be gone. A-And Becca has to wake up. She has to," I sobbed.

Suddenly my sadness becomes anger. Not toward anyone, just anger. I pushed Rob away and stormed out of the hospital. To my surprise (and relief) he didn't follow.

I found his car and pulled out my pocket knife, I had figured out how to steal a car when I was six and since then gotten really good. I was in the car with engines rolling in under 1 minute. I just drove to the nearest hotel and got a cheap room. I needed to be alone.

*Mitch's POV*

Juli had just left. But I understood. She felt worse than I did.

Tyler told everyone else what had happened. I sat there, crying silently while he explained.

It was all my fault.

BUT ITS NOT MITCHS FAULT OMG UGH.

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