Battle Scars (magcon)

Chapter 7

Taylor pov

Wait? Please don't tell me this is happening again! I don't want to get hurt one more time. Stupid humans! I'm so fucking tired of my family dying and people dying and hospitals that it's unreal!

"Uh, doctor? Mind if we go and see him? I mean after all, he is in a coma, and I kind of want to see him, if that makes any since in your heartless mind," I say a bit rudely, my voice on edge.

"Sure, only one at a time, though," he answers back calmly.

"I'm going first then!"I yell, running into Carter's room.

I walk in there, and the first thing I notice is the machine that's hooked up to him. I fall to my knees in shock of what I see in front of me.

I get back up and walk over to him, my hand touching his bruised up face.

"Carter, I know you can hear me. People in the movies say it all the time! I know you can hear me! Listen Carter, I need you to wake up! I need you to wake up from this nightmare and say 'Ha, jokes on you!!' I need you to get up and walk out of this room into the other boys arms. Please Carter, you need to wake up!! I can't do this anymore! Carter I need you to get up and talk to me. Talk to me about your problems, about that girl that you liked in middle school," I say in one big breath, slightly shaking him, "UGH, Carter why did you have to go?! I know you can hear me!! Please just get up! Wake up Carter! Wake up!" I yell, tears streaming down my eyes, but I don't care. I need him to wake up!

I leave the room and run into Nash's arms, embracing the hug that he's giving me.

"He's really gone huh?" I ask Nash, looking up at him with a sad face

"I guess so. I guess he is," Bash whispers back at me

~~~~~~~~~Carter's pov~~~~~~~~~

Black. Black everywhere. That's all I can see, is black. Sometimes, there will be white specks, but it's just black.

It feels like I'm falling in an endless hole, looking for the light. It's more of a nightmare that I've never been able to imagine. I'm scared.

"Carter, wake up!" I faintly hear in the distance,"Carter, you have to get up!" Wait, is that Taylor. I try moving, but I can't. My body is stuck in one position an it refuses to move. I keep trying until I give up and keep falling in my hole.

Am I asleep? Do I get to wake up? Am I dead? Or am I dreaming about this? I don't know, but I wish I could know.

Next thing I know I hear beeps. BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP

What's that sound?

It's getting annoying! Why won't someone shut that thing off! What is it?

Who knows?

Who knows anything anymore...

~~~~~~~~Aaron's pov~~~~~~~~~

Taylor came out crying his eyes out, then I realized that me, myself was crying, but who wouldn't cry when you find out that your best friend is in a coma.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when Shawn asked me, "Aaron, do you want to go I there?"

"Hmm, oh no, I'll-uh- I think in gonna visit tomorrow maybe? I don't know?" I stutter an answer to him.

"Oh, okay. Bye guys," he says loudly giving everyone a hug. No one, not even him could give good hugs like Matt, thous. His hugs were long and he would snuggle his head into your neck, and oh how I miss him and his hugs... I wish this were a dream, but

nightmares are also dreams.

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I get home, and run straight up to my room, getting my old Magcon scrapbook.

I look on the first page and notice how bright our smiles are. That was the first Magcon. Everyone was so shy, except for Taylor and Nash. They were the loud ones. I slightly laugh at how goofy we all acted and how I swore I was never gonna be friends with them because they were crazy! Looking back I didn't really have a choice on whether or not they were my friends.

"I wish we could go back to those days. Those were the nice days, the happy days. The days where I didn't have to worry about deaths and what not,"I whisper to myself.

I set down the scrapbook and get into my bed. Wait? We have to tell the fans what happened to the boys. I sit and think more and more about it. I'll just call the boys tomorrow. I test my head on my pillow and fall into a dreamless sleep.

7 days since we lost Matt. 7 days since we lost our best friend, 7days since we lost our brother. Soon it will be 8, then 9, and the number will keep growing because that's what numbers do, they grow and they don't stop. It doesn't matter if you break all the clocks and tear all the calendars, days and weeks will keep going by, and there's nothing you cam do about because, you're the only one that cares in this world. At this time. And nobody will try and help you, because you don't even know what your doing.

So you stop. And forget, but you can't just forget one thing. So you forget all together.

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Sorry this is short. I kind if needed a filler chapter and I couldn't think straight. But hope you enjoy!! Leave feedback!

Love you 😘😘 stay beautiful, Mac🐳