Bad Boys Get Slapped

Chapter17: Chaos

Hannah's pov:-

Bullets are made to be loaded in a gun!
Bullets are made to kill!
Bullets are made to be loaded in a gun!
Bullets are made to kill!

Tears created streams on my skin as I keep repeating. Bullets. Bullets. Bullets...

My friend is standing on the edge of life. You know why? It's because of me.

I was so busy turning into the school slut to talk to him.

I am sitting beside Bryan thinking about things. How did we get here? How did we make shit real? My thoughts come across just one thing. Me.

I chose the wrong guy over my only friends.
I destroyed every chance with me and my crush by having sorta big fight with him.
One of my friends is laying on a hospital bed with tubes go in and out of him, because of me.

What would happen if I didn't screw everything up? The answer is as clear as the sun in a cloudless sky.

There are a lot of ifs and woulds, but for sure, if I dumped Nash, all this crappy drama would be nevers, everything would be fine including:

1- I would've still be friends with Jasmine and the rest of the group.
2- I would've never be in the reputation I'm in.
3- I would've asked Liam what was wrong with him and solve it.
4-Liam's smile would never hide behind that oxygen mask.

And everything would be perfect. But, that's not how life is supposed to be. Life is not candies, rainbows or pink unicorns. It's like yin and yang, black and white, sweet and sour. And, we can not go back the time because was will never be is again.

One of ths doctors came an hour before, he wasn't so excited about Liam's situation either. He said that Liam got a concussion, a broken neck, an electric shock because of the gigantic night lamp that was on his skull, and cuts here and there. The doctor said that we can come in and see him but one at a time. So, first went his mom, and don't ask me how she's doing, then went his dad, and he was not in a better situation. Each one of them was worse than the other. I don't blame them, I'm doing like shit and I don't even know him for so long. Besides, if you must know something about the Martins then it is love. Everyone of them loves the other, it's like love is in their DNA.

His dad went out of the room even worse than he ever was before. I stand up. I want to be the next. I can't stand sitting here hearing all the voices inside my head throwing blames and harsh words at me with every minute passes. I look back at my friends, or my ex friends, they are sitting in the same positions I saw them in before, and they nodded telling me I can go in.

Step
Step
Step

Oh god, I can't stand this. I feel my lungs crying out for more air. I try to catch up with my breath, but unfortunately can't. I open the door of the isolated plain white room just to see him, to see my fault. Liam is laying on the bed covered by a blanket. There are a lot of tubes, and hospital stuff that I only see in television. As I thought, there is an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. The doctor left me and unconscious Liam alone. There's only one thing that lights up hope in me. Every step I take, I get sure it doesn't make any kind of sound, for I want to hear the regular beeps that most of you might hate, including me in normal circumstances, but right now, it's like I'm listening to a symphony from heaven. I, finally, made it to his bed. I sit on the floor throwing my head carefully on his stomach and start to sob my eyes out.

"Liam, I don't care if you're hearing me or not", I pause a little to shed more tears.

"I want to tell you that bullets are made to be loaded in a gun, Liam-- they are made to kill"