#4 in teen fiction
"Life is a one time offer, use it well."
Nope. Doesn't work for me that way. Wish, it could.
Mark Geller is a seventeen year old teenager with perfect grades, perfect life plans, perfect home, perfect family and a perfect best fr...
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I stood still, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for this pain inside me would be over. It didn't but kept on increasing with every moment. I felt hands against my wounds, trying to do something that would aid them or take out the pain. Soon I heard screeching of tires and the air around me was now damp and smelled like....... drugs, medicinal drugs.
I found myself on a bed and it felt so hard against my body, that I felt like getting out of it but the pain kept me down. Any movement just caused a sharp pain inside me. My heart running fast as if it might come out of my chest. I felt a heavy ventilator around my mouth.
Trying to clear my head, I tried to listen to all the voices in the room. I heard tiny and squeaky sobs that could belong to nobody but my sister Emilia. It was good I could finally hear her voice but I knew not for long. Two worried voices almost arguing each other. Two very familiar voices, Mom and Dad's. And a very distinct voice which I've been patiently searching for, came from right next to me. It belonged to the girl I've known since forever, Jeanette West. I realized she was holding my arm tightly and murmuring something. She said it so quietly, it felt like a whisper.
"Mark, you jerk."
I could feel all the pain that was in it, all the hatred she had put in it. She had a right to hate me now, I deserved it. Same to you, Phantom Queen.
All this commotion was broken by a high, booming voice which said "I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Geller, Mark is in a very bad condition and we are afraid he might enter the state of coma."
This only made my parents more furious. They interrogated the doctor about how long could it last. More voices and more sobs, and it only made me feel ignored and distanced. But Jean kept on squeezing my arm making me realize she was there, waiting. Waiting patiently.
Even though the pain kept me down I made a desperate attempt to open my eyes and rise up. As I opened my eyes, I felt my other senses coming back to me. My eyes were halfway open when I noticed her. Her eyes still wet, hair all messed up, dress painted red but she was there. Her eyes met mine and the only feeling her face reflected was pain.
My eyes frantically moved around the room trying to take in whatever I could. All the eyes were staring at me with a blank expression. I realized there was another visitor, my sister's boyfriend Dash. So, Dash really cares about me? Maybe he just came to comfort my sister. My eyes were now glued to his. His showed astonishment and hint of joy. Maybe he actually cared. Not that I had much time to find that out.
My eyes went back to Jeanette when all of them shouted at once "Mark!"
I wanted to cover my ears but instead, I started to rise up. I tried to straighten up and moved my hands to support me but a sharp pain struck me. All of a sudden my world seemed to blur, all of it fading in a thick dark fog.
Numerous hands were now gripping me trying to shake me back to life. They all were trying to say something but their voices seemed so far away. They sounded like an echo but soon it disappeared in the endless valley, of death. A darkness replaced the light and everything that came its way. A darkness so despicable, so frightening. A darkness that emerged from me. All I could see and hear now was nothing. It felt wrong, after all the pain, all the suffering, I get this. My end? Jeanette's voice boomed in my head.
"The death is not the end. It is the beginning of a brand new adventure."
I realized I didn't want to start this adventure. I wasn't ready, I wasn't finished with my previous one. I wish I could go back and undo what I've done but it didn't seem like an option now.
Choices, it was choices that mattered the most she once said. Wish I could see them all one more time, even Dash. I have an infinity to remember them now. What should I think of now, now that I have forever? I questioned myself. Even though I knew it myself, all I could think now was of Jean. How much I wanted to see her and finish my adventure with her. So to begin, I went back to first Sunday of my summer.
After all, it was Jeanette's death where it all began.
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(Whatt??? Ik IK this is ur present reaction. But DON'T WORRY!!! ;)
Hey guys, This was my first chapter, it might be confusing at first but i promise you, it will all be clear soon. The next chapter is going to start from the playback i.e before, Mark's hospital incident. Hope you like it. Please vote and comment. Thank you so much.