I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

Stuck in the dark

Kenny's POV

Black.

That was all I could see. It was dark, and I felt stupidly blind.

This could not be heaven.

Heaven was supposed to be a paradise.

Or maybe...I went to the other world.

At least, I thought I did... But I can't be in hell.. can I? I mean... my life before this was worse.

"Her heartbeat is steady." a voice said.

"Okay," another voice said. "When do you think she'll wake up?"

"I'm still estimating that...it should be soon, though. She's been unconscious for three weeks."

"I'm a bit surprised with that boy, though." the second voice said. "He gave a lot of blood to her, but didn't pass out."

"Hmm, yes." the first one said. "it was quite impressive."

Who were these people? Wasn't I dead?

Who gave me blood?

I was an O...

"Kenny," a familiar voice said.

"We'll leave you alone to talk to her."

I heard someone walking closer, and the bed shifted. I felt brittle, not being able to move. I'm sure I'd get beaten half to death if I ever started fighting again.

"Kenny, please wake up." Chris begged. "I miss you."

I wanted so badly to answer him. Chris...my Chris was here. And for once, it seemed like we were alone. For first time since Addie came into his life.

But the problem is I can't move.

"Kenny..." he sighed.

Stop calling me Kenny!

"I'm sorry." he said, sounding like he was about to cry. "I've been a complete asshole to you. I was never there. I promised you I would never hurt you, yet I still did. And I'm sorry." Chris said, swallowing a sob.

"Please wake up," he pleaded. "I want to see you smiling again."

This is what it felt like to be paralyzed. Damn.

"And as for Addie..."

If I wasn't frozen already, I would've turned into an ice block a long time ago.

"I'm breaking up with her."

Relief flooded me, so overwhelming I wanted to smile.

But I couldn't.

"Kenny, I'm so sorry." Chris whispered.

Stop apologizing.

"I shouldn't have gone out with her in the first place. She was a fake...she--she used me." Chris continued, not sounding hurt at all. He just sounded regretful.

"You don't deserve this pain," he sobbed. I felt him clutching my stone hand. "I should be going through this, not you."

No, I thought. Nobody deserves this kind pain. Especially not Chris.

When he stopped crying, I wanted to hug him so badly my body ached for it. It was so cute that he cried over me. I always did say that--

"It takes a man to cry," Chris said, ruefully, as if reading my thoughts. "You always used to say that."

That I did. I smiled in my thoughts.

He kissed my forehead. "I love you, Cookie."

As much as I wanted to say it back, I couldn't.

But I love you, too, Christian Kingston.

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