“You asshole! Is this a game to you!?” I scream. He’s still laughing. What. A. Heartless. Bitch. “It’s funny because you care more about fighting me than helping out your unconscious boyfriend huh!?” He asks. “Oh fuck you right in your ass!” “Woah Anthony, masturbation? At a time like this...at least give me a second to take my pants off..” That’s it. This is all a game to him. I run over towards him with my fists clenched, ready to punch him. He vanishes before I can touch him. I hear him laughing, “Nice try! BITCH!” He yells. I groan angrily, and run towards him again. “I’m gonna fuck you up so hard for what you did!” I scream. I can literally feel my veins boiling towards him right now. He hurt the love of my life. “You don’t wanna help you ass wipe!” I scream, getting more and more closer to him. To no avail, I miss him once again. My knuckles pound against the hard wall, with a rush of pain going up my arm, I however, ignore it.
“Way to go jackass AHAHAHA.” He laughs roughly. I start breathing heavily, “Awh already tired? Too fat? Too weak? Fucking pussy mhmhmhm.” He chuckles deeply. “SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.” I yell, as I run towards him again. This time when he vanishes, I suddenly feel a kick to my stomach. “Stop trying! You’re too weak, and too slow!” He yells into my ear. How the hell does he keep doing this? No, why does he keep doing this? “Just…..fucking just.” I say in terrible pain. My stomach is aching. I forgot how strong he was.
“Pretty embarrassing, huh? You’re literally beating yourself up.” He drags me off the ground and pushes me against the wall, “Listen you SELFISH piece of SHIT, I’m hoping soon enough you get something from what I’m doing through to your thick head! For awhile there I thought I finally had you. But no.” He puts on a mimicking voice, “Ooooh Iannnnn! Help me fix this light bulb! Ian! Ian! Ian! Oooooh for me? Please? Thank youuuuu! You’re just a wuss.” He says. “I didn’t know it was such a crime to help me with a fucking lightbulb.” I mumble angrily. “I want to smash your face in.” I continue, with my voice beginning to become more and more bitter. “Of course you do! But Anthony, why don’t you worry a little more about that midget on the ground over there.” “Because of YOU!” I growl. He shakes his head, with a smirk, “No Anthony.” He finally lets me go, as my feet meet the ground again he pushes me against it one more time, “Because of me.” He says. “Yeah..that’s what I meant dumbass.” I respond. He begins laughing maniacally, “You are so fucking dumb. Because of you I am literally losing hope in humanity with every word you mutter.” I’ve had enough. I don’t even want to look at him anymore. “Just!” I yell, as I head towards Ian’s frozen, unconscious body. “Ian please….” I cry into his chest. I hear laughing behind me, but at this point, I think I am done giving fucks. I am just so done trying now. “Alright, I’ll allow you go get back to your self loathing again.” He begins laughing louder. My sobs are drowning out his loud laughs, “SEE YA SOON! FUCKER!”
In between my sobs, I put my middle finger in Reflections direction, as I begin to feel Ian’s chest rising up and down again. “Ian! Baby it’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodnononono. Please wake up..” I Whisper to myself, in a pleading voice towards Ian. Before I know it, the ambulance shows up.
1 Silent Ride In An Ambulance Later
The doctor comes out. Thank god, I’ve been worrying so much over him, and my ass was about to fall asleep. “How is he? Is he ok? Can I see him?” “Your friend will be ok. “ The doctor assures me, as relief washes over me. “However, he was suffering severe bleeding on the right side of his brain. He’s lucky to even live through this, so we don’t know when he’s going to come out of his comatose state. But I can assure you at this point, is that he will live.” “Oh thank you..” I say. “Can i see him?” I plead. “Of course you can. He’s in room 669. Do you need anyone to lead you there?” “N-no thanks.” I say.
I begin going down hall after hall. This. Is. Never. Ending. It’s like a fucking maze. Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. However, after what felt like 10 hours of just going through halls, I finally get there. “666….667….668…..669. Oh thank god.” I whisper to myself, as I open the door. The first thing I see opening the door is Ian hooked up to a million IV’s. “Oh Ian..” I say walking towards him. “Look at you.” I say, holding back my tears. I pull a chair over next to his bed, and wrap my hand around his. “I’m so sorry he did this to you….” I just barely choke out, before I begin sobbing, “Oh fuck this is all my fault. Isn’t it? That bastard was right again. Wasn’t he?” I say, in between my sobs. I hold onto his hand, tighter, but not tight enough that it would hurt him. “I’m so sorry Ian...I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this just please...please open your eyes!” I scream, a little too loudly, might I add, in between my sobs. “If being with you would’ve hurt you this damn much I would’ve stayed away from you from the start…” I manage to say. “I don’t want us to be...not if it’s going to…”
I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, “So you finally figure it out, ey?” I shake my head, and calm down my crying. “Re..reflection.” I turn around to face him, “Just why?” I choke out of my breath. “Remember when I said,” He puts up his hands in quotes, “Use your right brain?” He explains. I wince my eyes, then face palm, “But why this!? Why do all your ways of quote unquote helping me result in him getting hurt!? I just don’t understand!” I say, with tears beginning to roll down my cheeks again, “You expect me to have an answer for everything, Anthony.” I clear my throat, “Well you sure as hell seem to!! I mean-I just- you knew about this before it happened! So clearly you do!” He throws his hands up, “Well...what can I say? It just is.” He says calmly. “God you’re so bipolar..one minute you are making my life a living hell and the next you’re claiming you just wanna help! You’re so damn confusing!” He giggles and proudly nods his head, “Yeahhh. That’s just how I work, I suppoooose.” He drags the word suppose out for too long. “Can you just leave now? I wanna be alone with Ian..” “Oh! So that’s why you got a room number with 69 in it!” He clicks his tongue, “Makes perfect sense.” “Just go.” I desperately plead, as I kiss Ian’s frozen hand. “Alright! I’ll go!” He throws his hands up in defeat. Oh god...he’s getting closer to my ear. What now? What could he possibly want to warn me about now? “But remember, we all go at some point.” He whispers evilly. Before I have the chance to look over at him in confusion, he’s gone again.
(A/N) I wrote this in about 30 minutes. Sorry if this may suck or if this doesn't, then uh *shocked face* thank you! :3 Hope you guys enjoyed!!
(A/N) THIS IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ARE YOU KIDDING ME
