He is drifting, somewhere between separate realities, caught up in a haze of past, present and future. Reality hurts, reality is white. So blindingly white, it hurts his eyes. He closes them. He can hear the vague sounds of people moving around him, but now he can no longer open his eyes to see. Reality hurts; he wishes he could close his ears too. He senses his body being moved, other bodies bending over him. Somewhere in the blankness, something prods his side. He feels pain, but cannot draw breath to speak of it. He is lost, lost in the midst of his past, present, future. He is lost.
“Where are we going?”
He is 12 years old, carefree and innocent. He feels nothing but the exhilaration of the ride, safe and secure in the protection of his elder brother.
“Somewhere fun, you’ll see,” he laughs, but he does not turn to look at him, eyes fixed on the road stretching before them and littered with treacherous bumps.
The day is clear, yet a few storm clouds linger. Drifting in line, a bleak smudge against the smooth canvas horizon.
Sometimes there is no warning, none at all.
A bird swoops over his head, struggling with the weight of the fish it has snared in its wickedly curved talons.
He shrieks with laughter and points, childlike face turned upward in excitement.
His brother jumps, he lets go.
He let go.
The bike shudders beneath them, it takes him a while to realise something is wrong.
His brother is yelling at him, but he doesn’t understand.
A bump in the road.
Slammed brakes.
Hands, arms, gripping his shoulders, pushing him, throwing him.
The ground rushes up to meet him, painfully hard, littered with loose daggers of rock as he lands with bruising force.
Alive.
Alone.
He remembers the wreck, twisted metal, disfigured beyond all hope of recognition.
His brother lies unmoving in the dirt.
He understands.
He understands everything.
It is his fault.
It is his fault.
Even as he watches, the body seems to flicker and change.
His brother, Scarlett, his brother.
Scarlett again.
He does not want to remember.
He does not want to wake up.
Reality hurts.
i know i haven't updated this in so long, truthfully i've been so busy lately but i will try to update more regularly ok. believe me, this story is far from done.
also thank u to everyone who's ever left a vote or review, and even just for reading u are fuckin great alright :))))
goodbye until the next chapter, love you all x
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Unpredictable - (tristan evans)
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