“Chris, wait, look out!” Jonny’s screaming across the street. Definitely a warning sign for trouble. My peripheral vision just catches what he was screaming over. I realised I shouldn’t have started crossing this road. I was so eager to see this fan on the other side, who looked like they’d been camping out for days hoping I’d walk by, that I didn’t see the car. Until now. But now it’s too late. I start to run back to the pavement, but I can’t save myself now. I’m way too late. I’m doomed.
I don’t know where I am. I can’t see. I hear voices all the time. Is this what death feels like? It must be. I must be dead.
“It’s all my fault… I should have gone with him.” The pain in Jonny’s voice and the sound of his sobs break my heart. I want to hold him, but I can’t. Though I try, my body stays still. It never moves.
“You mustn’t blame yourself, Jon. This is out of your control.” Will, the voice of reason within the four of us. He really is like a rock. I can hear Guy speaking to Jonny too.
“We’re all really lucky Chris is still here.” So I’m not dead. Then what is happening to me? And how can I escape and get back to the paradise that is our band? “What would he think if he knew what you just said?” I don’t blame Jonny for a second, that’s what I think. He’s my best friend. He’d never do anything if he knew it would hurt me.
“Even if he did… he’ll never wake up to tell me…”
“He will, Jon, you’ll see,” Will answers. “He’ll see you soon.” I’d like to believe that he is right. But what if Jon’s right? What if there was no life for me? What if it all ends with me this way, stuck, locked inside, always in my head?
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Trouble
FanfictionWhat if Jon's right? What if there was no life for me? What if it all ends with me this way, stuck, locked inside, always in my head?
