Trauma.

Chapter one.

Chapter one.

I took a sip of my latte, and walked out of Lima Bean cafe, I had never been happier that school was out for the day. It wasn't that it had been bad really, but that it had been long and boring.

It was getting pretty late now, the Ohio winter weather getting colder the later it got, along with getting darker, it was already getting different to see.

While I walked I began thinking of everything that had happened so far in the school year, especially since I met... Sebastian Smythe.

I groaned inwardly just thinking about him, though I would never admit it to his face, or to anyone else, he could be frightening, especially after he injured Blaine's eye, I preferred to throw insults at him, making him seem less intimidating in my mind. I remembered waltzing into the school's band room and trying hard to keep my cool as I demanded to know what the heck he had put in the stupid slushy that had injured Blaine, and of course, Sebastian gave me some snide remark about it being "Red dye number six", only making me want to kill him more, he told me later that it had been rock salt that had scratched Blaine's cornea, then the devilish Warbler proceeded to throw one at me. It was like everything was a joke with him, and it made me want to rip my hair out.

I looked up. The traffic was getting a bit more dense as people went home from work, and others came for the night shift. I was very happy that it was only a ten minute walk from my house to Lima Bean, and vice versa.

My attention snapped as I heard a car horn mixed with a cry, a thud paired with the sounds of tires squealing and an engine revving.

I looked towards the road, and gasped as my heart started pounding. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed, looking over to where a body now laid still in the middle of the road. I had just witnessed a hit and run, the sight of the body on the ground making my stomach lurch as I dropped my latte.

I ran over to where the body was, suddenly becoming weary as I noticed the Dalton Academy blazer. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, kneeling over where he laid on his stomach.

As I turned the boy over, I considered leaving him there to rot. "Sebastian?" I asked, fully noticing and embracing the amount of bitterness and disgust that was in my voice, he deserved all of it, he was a jerk, a bully to everyone and anyone he met, and he made me drop my latte.

I pulled out my cellphone, to call an ambulance and explain the situation.

He emitted a small, almost silent whimper as I moved him from the middle of the road, it was almost pitiful, if it hadn't been a serious situation, I would have made a video for blackmail, as payback for when he did it to us, and just a way to finally have some leverage in this stupid game of war he started. He looked horrible, more than he normally did, blood was caked in his hair and on his now torn up blazer, his left hand and leg was bent in ways it was never meant to bend, his breath was in short gasps like he was having trouble breathing.

I sat down cross legged beside him, even though I hated the very cells that formed him, I wasn't gonna leave him to die there, as much as I wanted to...

"Hey, hey, it's okay." I told him as his green eyes began to open, and he began to gasp more desperately.

"I can't breathe." He rasped, gulping in air.

I bit my lip, as much as I hated Sebastian, I was worried about him, while he deserved hell for what he did to Blaine, it hurt to see how much pain he was in. "Yes you can, and you will," I told him, "the ambulance is on the way, I'm not gonna let you die from a stupid car, it's my job to kill you."

He let out a shuddering breath, followed by a rattling cough, the sound of it sending a shiver down my spine. It did not sound... pleasant. It was possible he had broken ribs, it was likely he had broken ribs, even though I didn't see the crash, I was pretty sure that he could have easily been hit in the chest, and I had no idea if the car had drove over him. It was all pretty gross.

He cried in pain, his right hand coming up to his head. "It hurts..." He groaned, gritting his teeth and writhing.

For some dumb, unknown reason, I wanted to comfort him, I wanted to relieve just a fraction of the pain, I would never stop telling people how much I hated this boy, but a stupid, more gentle side of me wanted to soothe him, the other, smarter side of me knew that it would be dumb to touch him when I didn't know the full extent of his injuries, and that being hit by a car didn't mean he had changed, that he was still responsible for Blaine's eye, for the torment he caused to everybody.

He coughed again, this time the rattling was more noticeable. My heart pounded every time he coughed, I knew that it had to feel like hell because of the way he would let out a small whine whenever he had the breath.

I pulled out my phone, checking the time, it was 7:12, almost six minutes since I had called the ambulance, it was beginning to scare me, I was beginning to wonder if they would even make it in time to save him...

I jumped as something touched my hand, I looked down to see Sebastian's hand now gripping mine. I squeezed gently. "Hey, it's alright." I told him as he continued coughing, although I'm pretty sure we both knew I was lying.

He gagged, causing my stomach to do more flips than I had ever had as a Cheerio. He gagged, coughed, and choked. Then he start spitting out blood.