You Mean the World to Me [DISCONTINUED]

You Mean the World to Me (Immortalfox) Chap 9

Aleks POV

Everything was in a haze as I kept gasping for air. I could only really hear people yelling and screaming as I was dragged out of the car. I was lifted up onto a gurney and into the back of what obviously was an ambulance. People were touching me all over in the back of the truck, putting things into me and covering up blood that was seeping out of me. I couldn't protest at all. Even if I could've had the energy to talk, a long and deep gash was located on my throat, making it hard to even breathe.

There was faint sobs and hiccups from Eddie. From what I thought, he was on the phone and talking to someone else. I was scared. Not for me, but for him. I was scared he was hurt or something. The only thing that could cross my mind was if Eddie was okay.

It seems like I fuck up the most simplest and life-changing things. I'm stupid and useless and plain-out bad luck.

My thoughts got more and more blurry the longer I was in the ambulance. I could barely recall the nurses and helpers pulling me out of of the back of the truck and into a building.

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Eddie POV

'There was nothing I could do!' I talked to myself, staring at Aleks' almost lifeless body, 'I killed my boyfriend, I killed him! It's all my fault, I should've paid more attention to the road! If I did then I sure as hell would be in this situation!'

I inhaled sharply as the car jerked to a stop. The doors leading to the back where we were jerked open, multiple people taking Aleks into the hospital. I was the last person to get out, and just able to catch up to the gurney where Aleks laid. There was nothing I could do, so I reached out and grabbed his hand tightly. Just as I felt his hand wrap around mine, a by-standing nurse tore my arm away and told me I couldn't go further.

My heart was heavy. I kept on taking sharp, heavy breaths as the tears didn't cease to fall. The nurse brought me over to a chair, and handed me a cup of water. He kept on telling me it would calm me down, that everything was alright, but it wasn't. I needed Aleks to tell me that everything was alright. He's the only one that can do that.

I heard the door of the hospital slam open, with James and Jordan running in. When they spotted me, they ran over to me, followed by all of our other friends. Even Kevin, who I secretly despised.

They huddled around me, sternly asking me questions and trying to assure me that it wasn't my fault, that everything was going to be okay. That Aleks was going to walk out here without a scratch on him. But I stayed silent.

Because I saw that he wasn't going to be okay.

He might not even recover from this.

Images kept flashing into my mind, of the blood pouring out of every inch of his body, one of his legs misshapen and swollen, the cut that curved on his throat, even the dirt and small shards of glass that were impaled in his face. They swirled around my mind, making more tears fall into my lap.

As if on cue, everyone hushed, and I felt someone's hands on my cheeks. Startled, I looked up, to see an unsuspecting face to me inches away from mine.

"I want you to know that it's not your fault," Kevin hissed, lowering his hands from my face, "and although he may not be okay even after this time passes, he will still love you and not blame you for what happened tonight. Because it sure as hell isn't. That's the first thing you can't do, is think you were the cause of this."

He stared coldly and angrily into my eyes. Before I could stutter one word, he stood up, adjusted his black and grey scarf, and left. I sniffled and looked around at everyone's faces who were just as surprised as me.

Maybe Kevin was right. Maybe I shouldn't think I did this. But a feeling in the back of my head made me feel like I should.

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I had gotten a checkup by a doctor, and after that I left with Seamus, the only one who brought his own car. I was quiet the way home, with no questions from Seamus. He must've gotten the hint I didn't want to talk to anyone and was content with it.

When we got home and into the house, I stumbled upstairs and into my temporary room. To get my mind off of everything, I tried to play a game of Smite, but started falling asleep halfway through the round.

I shut off my computer, and walked over to my bed, but stopped in front of a mirror. I noticed some blood on my shirt in the reflection, and tried to wipe it off with my thumb, already knowing beforehand that it wouldn't come out that easy.

I laughed darkly, "If James were here, I bet that piece of shit would say something about colours." There was no need to speak nicely anymore tonight.

Crawling into bed-without changing clothes-felt like wearing memories to sleep.

For the first time in a long time, I cried myself to sleep begging for the pain in my chest to stop.

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This is so small and half-assed rip in pieces

But I had a real urge to write, and even a two part POV! Bc Eddie hasn't gotten enough love.

Whispers and here's a little line or two I'm going to incorporate into the next chapter: "He wasn't even the same person anymore. It's like he was the one what died, not me." //jazz hands

Och, ta hand!

-Ross