Colby and I called everyone, and within 15 minutes, everyone arrived back at the house.
"So, we're gonna go to the fair. Its a few cities over, but it'll be so much fun. You guys in?" I asked.
Everyone murmured their agreement, and Colby and I smiled at each other.
Rose spoke. "We'll meet you there, me, Dimitri, Adrian, Lissa, and Christian. See you there." they left.
I went upstairs to get dressed, and ended up in a black SayWeCanFly shirt and shorts.
In a hurry, I went down the stairs.
But I tripped.
Falling head first, I cracked my head on almost every stair down.
Slowly, I brought my hand up to my head, and felt a sticky, wet substance.
Looking at my hand through blurry and spotty eyes, I saw blood.
I tried to move, to get up, but I couldn't. My arm hurt, my head was bleeding bad. It hurts.
"Braden? Colby?" My voice was barely a whisper. I closed my eyes, fading in and out of consciousness.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open and Colby yell. "Chelsea? What's taking so long? You look great already!"
"Colby," My voice, barely above a whisper. "Colby, help me..."
I heard his footsteps, and he came into view. He looked down, and immediatly saw me.
"Chelsea?!" He took off his sweatshirt, and put it under my head.
"BRADEN!" Colby yelled, and Braden came running in the house.
I closed my eyes, and felt a sensation of being picked up, and carried.
I smelt Braden's aftershave, and carefully nuzzled my head into his chest. "Braden, it hurts." I sighed.
He sat in the backseat of my car, me in his arms as Colby drove.
I opened my eyes for a second, to see Braden crying softly, a few tears rolling down his cheek. He didn't see me.
I closed them again, this time actually losing consciousness.
I spoke one last time before it all went black.
"I love you both."
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The New Guy
FanficChelsea is shy. She's quiet, unknown, and definitely not popular. But then, Colby shows up. He IS immediate popular. But he also takes an interest in her. But what he doesn't know about Chelsea is her depression, her anxiety, and her sense of guilt...