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Shanes POV

'sh- shane? what happened?' ryland asked, as he kneeled down next to me.

i just couldnt stop sobbing.

i look so pathetic, laying on the cement tiles, a small kid kneeling by a fat kid sobbing.

fucking hell

"wha,, who did this??"

myself

"whos hurting you?"

me

"s,, shane! look at me!"

i lifted my head from my hands and gave him a small glance, still sobbing pathetically.

he look at me dead in the eyes.

he looked like he was on the verge of crying too, honestly.

"who did this?"

i threw my head back into my hands.

he really is that pure.

that happy.

god dammit

i really dont want to ruin him

why is this happening

all of it

my dad

my mom

me

why me?

i dont know when, or if it was from the loss of blood or being overwhelmed, but at some point i blacked out.














peace never lasts long


















i woke up in a small room.

a really small room.

wait

its shaking?

im shaking.

the whole room is shaking.

this empty room and i.

violently shaking.

as i focused on it more, i started to hear it.

rattling noises

like chimes and bells.

but its really loud

oh god its really loud.

its not stopping.

its like a constant scream.

i bring my hands up to cover my ears

or, try.

something is holding my hands down.

i try to focus in on what i see, and not the screaming noise around me.

i focus on my arms.

i keep trying to bring them up to my face.

once again, trying

something is gripping me at the wrist.

its,,

a belt?

im tied to the bed?

the bed has,, handles?

theres poles on both sides of this bed.

and im strapped to it.

i try to sit up, but i get pulled back down on my chest.

im completely tied down.

what the hell??

after struggling, and finding that my legs are tied down too, i try to focus on the rooms around me.

theres, glass boxes?

no, clear cabinets.

and theres,, a blanket in it?

i look in the one next to it.

gloves. plastic blue gloves.

next, wires? i cant tell.

i look to my right, seeing more clear cabinets against the ceiling.

masks, tubes, and needles.

i look down at my feet.

doors.

oh my god

im a dumbass.

its an ambulance.

im in a fucking ambulance.

i try to turn my head to see whos driving, but to no avail.

instead, i see a man, sitting right above my head.

he looks at me, almost glaring, then looks toward the driver.

"hes awake"

suddenly i feel arms around me.

hugging me.

well, kind of. im still strapped to the fucking bed. but they try.

theyre hugging me hard. i try to look at their face but they have it buried into my chest.

i feel them smile against my chest


"shane!"

a/n
akkskakaka im so sorry i know i havent updated in a while and ik its short i have no excuse lmfaooaoa

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