I wake up and notice that I was still in my clothes from yesterday. I get up and change into something else, then I go to the hospital.
"Carter Reynolds please," I say to the front desk lady, who, of course gives me a weird look on my appearance.
"Third room to the right," She smiles at me
"Thank you!" I yell walking that way.
Following the lady's directions, I find Carter's room and walk in. Now I know why Taylor acted the way he did. Machines everywhere, medicine on the table beside him, tubes going into his skin, and worst of all, him. He has bruises and cuts all over his face. He's hooked up to life support, and the heart monitor attached to him is going extremely slow.
I touch a scar on his forehead that Cameron put on him by hitting him him by accident with a rock. I laugh slightly at how goofy we all were back then, now it's just as if nobody is alive in this world.
"So Carter, how are you? Do you want me to tell you a story, or would you rather hear funny memories of the boys?" I ask Carter, how stupid am I? I already know that he's not going to answer.
"What am I talking about? You won't answer me, your basically dead. You don't know anything!" I start getting mad,"If you weren't going crazy like the rest of us! You would've bee-"
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Shawn walks in, cutting me off.
He has dark circles and his eyes are all puffy and red,"Oh, it's just you. I thought you were a doctor for a second," I try to laugh. "Ha! No I'm Shawn and I don't know how to do any of this stuff," he says, trying to hold up a smile.
"Why did all this have to happen to us? Of all the people in the world, why us?" I say, surprising myself.
"I don't know why this happened. God wanted it to happen, I guess. We just have to learn to live with it," he states,
"But how are you supposed 'learn to live with it'! You can't just get over a death! Why couldn't God just let us be happy?! Why can't he just leave us alone?!"
"I don't know why, everything happens for a reason. I know it's hard but you're not the only one suffering. It's hard, and if I could I bring back Matt, I would cute Carter and everything would be better,"Shawn explained, years spilling from his eyes," you know, Nash wasn't lying when he said that Matt was in the house. I saw him also. I know it might sound crazy, but it's true. I saw him and soon after, I got a bad feeling about what happened to Carter. I should said something. Instead, I just pushed the feeling off of me and went on with my life. Matt was trying to tell us that something was happening. We just didn't get message soon enough, and now, Carter's in a coma and we can't do anything about it. I just wish this were a dream, but let's face it, it's reality, and we're all dying." He finishes while hugging me tight in his grasp.
"Shawn, do you think this group will ever be the same?" I ask him
"No, not after this. Fans will leave. We'll be to sad to do anything. Nothing will ever be the same," I says as I break down.
We stay in each others arms for 30 more minutes, the the doctor comes in and tells us to leave. As we walk outside, I look up at the sky and say,"I wish you were here, Matt. I miss you."
And I could faintly hear in the distance "I'm already there."
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When I get home, I go up to my room and get on my phone. I get on twitter and go straight to Matt's account. I look to his picture, the notice his last tweet. It says "Stress kills me". He was in a bad mood that day. He did look stressed. It would've been better if we didn't make him go get food.
I keep looking through his twitter and see that he has one that goes "😍😊" I guess he must've been talking about his girlfriend, Taylor. She was beautiful. She had light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was short, but was so funny and had a ton of energy for for her height. They made a cute couple. I miss her being around.
I keep looking, then get a notification.
nashgrier:" yes it's true. Matt was in an accident and didn't make it. Yes it's also true that Carter was ran over and is now in a coma. Hopefully, though, he will survive. Matt has been gone for 8 days now. We have been thinking about Magcon, but we're not sure if we want to continue. I'm sorry it had to be told this way. He's in a better place now😊😢"
By the end of that, I'm in tears. I can tell that he was crying through that whole thing, and is probably still crying.
I come up with an idea and text the rest of the boys to come here.
A-hey y'all need to come over as soon as possible
C-why is something wrong?
A-no but still come over
JJ-ok we'll be over in a sec.
A-ok see ya soon:)
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10 minutes later, they finally get here.
"We're here!!" I hear Cameron yell.
"I'm up here!" I yell back.
"Ok!" They all yell in unison.
Soon enough 7 boys come running into my room.
"So what did you need?" Taylor asks
"Nash did you bring your camera with you?"I ask him
"Yeah it's right here, why?" He questions while handing it to me.
"We're going to tell the rest if the fans." I answer while setting up the camera.
"Nash, you start, this is going on your channel," I say while pressing the start button.
"Hey guys, it's Nash here and I have some bad news to tell you. About a week ago, Matt got into a car accident-"
"With me"Cameron barely says, not loud enough for the camera to hear.
"Cameron did you really?" I ask him
"It was an accident! The roads were sloppy and my brakes weren't working!" He yells before standing up and running off.
"Before all that happened... Matt got into an accident and unfortunately didn't survive, but Carter did! Then 2 days ago, Carter got hit by a car, and is now in a coma. I know a lot of y'all are probably not very happy, but we didn't have a choice, and we decided to tell y'all. Magcon might not be starting again. So sorry about this. They're in a better place now. Love you, bye!" Nash says before covering the camera and posting it.
The comments were heart breaking, but the worst one was "Broken souls, Broken bodies, we are in a broken place."
We never posted another video after that...

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Battle Scars (magcon)
FanfictionThat feeling you get deep in your stomach when you feel guilty when you did nothing, yet you were there so it's still part of your fault, that's how I've felt ever since the accident...