One day when the sky is falling, I'll be standing right next to you. #ChrisBrown
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Eighteen
Nobody's POV
The sound of a heart monitor beeps in mid-tone occasionally, totally filling the complete silence through the room. The clock makes its tick-tock sound, indicating that the time keeps going on. In there, laying unconsciously a girl with her eyes closed tight and a nasal cannula that connects into her nostrils to supply the oxygen. Her chest is rising up and down in its normal pace, her skin seems pale. There's a white cotton in square-sized plastering and covering her cheek, indicating that she's been through a horrible event that causes its scar on her cheek. There's also a bandage covering another scar on her forehead.
The door of the room suddenly cracks open, revealing a boy in black t-shirt and blue jeans. As he slowly walks into the room where the light is spotlighting his face, it becomes clearer that he seems exhausted. His hair is in messy way as if he's been stressed and depressed for years, and his eyes are bloodshot. If people haven't known him further, they would've called him a complete psychopath who likes to murder kids and adults.
He pulls out a chair beside the bed where the girl is laying weakly on it, and sliding into it. He stares at the girl for a few minutes, just staring that he could feel his eyes start watering from the effect of not blinking.
"Why?" it's the very first word that comes out of his mouth ever since he came to this room.
"Why you?" he continues his words as if he talks with a conscious person. Fortunately, the heart monitor is still beeping normally, indicating people that the girl is still breathing fine.
"You know, I didn't mean to make you this way," as he stops speaking, his last words making another unbearable silence through the room. He bows his head, closing his eyes tight to collect all the emotions he's built. To let those emotions out of him.
But he can't. He can't let his emotions out of him.
And suddenly, he feels the sudden fury rushing down his body. But this time, he's not mad at the girl in front of him, or at the people out there, or at his friends. He's mad at himself. He's mad, because he's caused too much troubles for this girl who's got enough problems to solve. He's mad, because he's not able to control himself from doing so. He's mad, because there's nobody but himself to blame.
"I'm sorry," he whispers quietly as he starts fisting his hands, completely feeling mad and disgusted with himself.
This is my fault.
"Your apology is accepted," the boy suddenly lifts his head, and he can see the girl with her eyes are still closed. But he notices that her lips pull into a thin smile slowly, causing the boy to dilate his eyes inconspicuously. For some reason, he actually feels embarrassed. But he encourages himself to keep staying this time. To not being a chicken.
"You... forgive me? For what I've done?" he can see the girl nodding slowly, and he suddenly feels relieved and angry at the same time. Relieved, because the girl has forgiven him. Angry, because the girl is really kind and he always acts like an absolute dick to her.
"Thank you," a crooked smile escapes his lips for a few seconds, before then it becomes a monotone line again.
"Just because I apologize to you, doesn't mean we're friends now," the sudden change of his mood obviously creates a deep frown on the girl's forehead. She's confused, of course. She feels as if he's just made fun of her.

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