Dormmates

A close call... way to close.

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"Abby!" I heard someone yell through my earphones.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What are you listening to." Bret asked.

"I'm listening to wake me up, by Avicii." I said "his my all time hero."

"Yeah, it's a shame his gone." Bret said looking down.

"What do you mean his gone? He dosent have any tours coming up." I informed Bret.

"He already went on his last tour. Heaven." Bret said apologetically.

"What do you mean Heaven? Why are you talking about him as if his dead or something ." I said rolling my eyes at Bret.

Bret looked at me. Not breaking our eye contact. He was wearing his most serious face ever.

"Bret, please tell me your joking." I said close to tears.

Bret shook his head.

"Whhaatt! No no no no!!" I said wiping off my tears.

"His gone Abby. Why are you even making a big deal out of nothing. He dosent even know you exist." Bret said turning back to his comic book.

"Bret, how can you say that. I feel like a part of me has just been removed and not just because I cut myself earlier. His music spoke to me and I can't believe his gone." I said in tears.

"Abby, I'm sorry, I didn't know that he ment so much to you. It pains me to see you like this." Bret said, putting his comic book aside.

"It's okay. At least I still have his music to hold on to." I said through light sobbers.

"Abby, let's get our mind off of this tragedy and let's go and watch a movie or something." Bret said cheering me up.

"Well I am kind of feeling a bit hungry. Maybe we can stop by Macdonalds and grab something to eat." I said with a small smirk on my face.

"Okay sure let's go." Bret said standing up grabbing his keys and walking to the door while I followed behind him.

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"Bret thank you for this." I said as we reached an intersection and the car came to a stop when the robot turned green.

"Don't thank me. Its nothing." Bret said as the robot turned green and the car was in motion again.

Suddenly. I heard glass break. I  heard Bret scream and I felt a sharp pain in my left thigh muscle.Blood splattered across the window shield. And I was 100 percent sure it was not my blood. 

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Brets P.O.V

I'm not sure if the adrenaline kicks in and slows your awareness, or your brain decides to archive everything in more detail afterwards. But I can still recall distinctly separate events that must have occurred over 1-2 seconds at most: the realisation that another car had pulled out blindly in front of me, that I was travelling far too fast and close to have any hope of stopping, my hands clamping vice-tight around the wheel, my foot barely reaching my brake before I impacted. Britney Spears' "Toxic" was playing on the radio (don't judge me).

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"Where am I?" I ask myself as I wake up.

I notice that my surroundings are similar to those of a hospital. I try to get up but my leg pains terribly.

I suddenly refresh my mind and I remember the acccident.

"Where's Bret?" I ask myself. As if I'm expecting an answer from a bed.

The door swings open and a doctor walks in.

"Aaa she's awake. You may enter. But only for 15 minutes because she needs to rest. She fractured the bone in her thigh." He tells the person behind the door.

"Abby, my sweetheart" I see my mother walk up to me.

"Mom !" I yell hugging her.

"Are you okay dear?" She asked concerned.

"I'm fine, my leg is just a bit painful." I reply.

"Where's dad?" I ask concerned.

"He couldn't make it but he said he will come and visit you some other time." My mother said.

"Okay.. I guess" I said sad but not hurt.

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The doctor entered into the room moments after my mom left.

"Doctor, where is the guy i was with in the car?" I asked.

"That's the exact reason why I'm here." He said." He wants you to see him."

"Let's go then." I said relieved and excited.

As we entered into the elevator and came out to a long passage. I had this gut feeling that something was wrong with Bret. The truck had hit the car from his side so obviously he was in a terrible condition. Way worse than mine.

I sat tight in my wheelchair and I ended up in Brets room.

I looked at him. He had a bandage around his head. Around his arm and aroud his leg. He had cuts everywhere.

I felt so helpless. You want to do everything, but you feel like you can do nothing. You know they’re hurting and it cuts you into a million pieces.

You hate that they feel trapped inside their own heads, and you want to scream “I’m here! I’m right here! I won’t let you drown.” But you hear their monotone voice and you feel like everything you say passes through them. In one ear and out the other. They listen to you as you try to cheer them up and make them laugh, but their eyes are dead and that warm light within them is missing. And all you can think about is how to get it back.

You’ll do anything. You will do whatever is in your power to make them stop feeling this way. To make them stop hurting. To make them come back. Watching someone you love suffer is not just painful. It takes everything out of you.

"Bret, wake up." I said softly.

"Doctor, you said he called me." I said looking at him.

"It's the medication. It has its side effects. He sleeps unknowingly." The doctor said.

I kissed Brets lips and a tear trickled down from my cheeck into his and slowly, his eyes started to open.

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