In due time (Completed)

Chapter 15- Baby steps

Tyler

The intense heat scorched my skin. The air around me was a hazy due as the flames only seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Everything around me was falling apart and there was nothing I could do about it.

I laid about 12 feet away from the car as I watched on, helplessly, while it went up in flames and eventually turned into nothing.

I couldn't move. I felt paralyzed as I soaked in a pool of my own blood while my bones were visible through the gapping hole in my leg. Glass shards and shrapnel imbedded itself into my body, making that it's new home. Searing white hot pain rushed throughout my body as my hands found the soft, raw, exposed flesh just above my jaw.

The buzzing sound that infested the air after the explosion masked my shrill screams. My vision began to blur, clouded by smoke and tears.

The screams. The tears. It wasn't for me. It was for everything that I was losing right in front of me. Everything that I did loose. The blood and the car was not what I was talking about.

I was quickly losing consciousness and that's when I started to give into sleep. In those moments, I didn't care if I didn't wake up the next day. I prayed that I wouldn't wake up because what would be the point. Everything that's ever given me the will to live was gone and there was no changing that.

The sounds of the ambulance, police and fire trucks arriving were the last things I can recall of that awful day. The day that changed me. The day I lost...

"Ty! Dude! Wake the hell up, you're burning up!" Dimitri shook me awake.

My head hurt like crazy as if I'd just been bludgeoned with a sledgehammer.

"You okay?" He asked, handing me a bottle of ice cold water.

"Thanks," I gulped it down as if I'd been dehydrating in the desert for days, "I'm fine."

"Bro, you look anything but fine. I was just about to call 911, I thought you were about to croak."

"You're a doctor and you were about to call 911," I laughed but that just hurt my sides. I remained on the couch with my elbows propped up on my knees as I buried my face in my now sweaty palms.

"It was that dream again, wasn't it?" Dimitri asked.

I raked my fingers through my hair, trying to shake of the images that were coming to mind. "Nightmare is more accurate, but yeah."

"It's still happening?"

"It only started up again a couple of weeks ago and ever since, it's been a recurring thing," I told him honestly.

"It's been 5 years, Tyler. Ever thought about seeing a doctor about it?" That was a possible solution if I didn't think that the whole idea of therapy was ridiculous.

"I tried, remember."

"1 session, Ty. How was that supposed to help with anything?"

"It's okay, really. I'm fine," I reassured him with complete and utter lies, "what time is it?"

"Almost 2am. I should actually get going." He yawned a wide yawn.

"Don't be an asshole, D. You're drunk, just crash in the guest room."

After making a quick stop at the diner after the movie, D invited himself over for a couple of beers and a rerun of the soccer match from earlier. A couple of beers turned into one too many and we both knocked out on the couch, until now.

"Good idea," he stood up and made his way to the guest room, "try not to croak, okay," he said before feeling satisfied enough to finally hit the hay.