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When I awoke, my body surged with pain, zapping like electricity through my head. I wanted to reach, to feel what was causing the pain, but it eased suddenly, and I realized I couldn't move. I tried over and over, but the task seemed next to impossible. Mushed voices entered my brain, although I was unable to hear what they were saying, it didn't matter anyways, none of them seemed to be Dally, or the gang in general. That's when the thought struck me.

I am paralyzed.

Why not just kill me now? I can't even open my eyes. The bullet must've damaged my brain somehow. I'll never be able to see anyone ever again. I may as well be dead. I was going to die anyways, I realized what was at stake.

I sat there for who-knows-how-long, wanting, but unable to get tears flowing. I needed to scream. What if Dally's here? What if I can't hear him because the gunshot blasted my ear drum? What do I look like right now? What does Dally look like right now? Is he sitting by my bed right this moment? I can't do anything.

I can't see, hear, or feel. I won't be able to hear his voice again. I won't be able to see his face again. I wouldn't be able to feel him kiss me again.

So I may as well be dead. 

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