It's been too long. Far too long. Longer than I can possible take...and no, I'm not talking about dicks so shut your mouth, this isn't a laughing matter. Ian hasn't woken up...Not even for a second. It's been a whole week. Reflection hasn't spoken a word to me, nor have I to him. But the only thing that's holding my hopes up is the beeping of the heart monitor attached to him. No, I'm not at the hospital right now...I can't bear to look at his lifeless face. So...lifeless..
This...all of this is my fault. Maybe...maybe Reflection was righ-NO! I refuse to believe that....This is all Reflection's fault! All of it! All of this fucking shit is all because of this goddamn guy! It can't be my fault. I love Ian too much, I care for him too much, I love him too much...it...it can't possibly be my fault. It's all because of god fucking Reflection. Goddammit, WHY CAN'T EVERYTHING JUST BE SIMPLE?! I slam my fists into the wall out of frustration and anger. I think I need a drink...I go and grab a beer from the fridge, taking a long sip from it. Maybe...maybe it really is my fault..I blink to fight away the tears that threaten to come to my eyes. Just as Reflection has said...He is me...I am him. We're the same. My eyes are glossy at this point, but I continue to fight back the tears that threaten to come to my eyes.
I put down my beer, and sit down on the couch, burying my face into my hands. I feel an arm wrap around me. What the hell? I peer out of my fingers, to see Reflection, his arm around me. "Fuck off...I don't want to deal with you right now, unless you are planning on bringing Ian bac-" "See? You still don't understand." "Yeah, yeah. We're the same person. You're bipolar...what else is there to say?" I say, giving him a hand gesture to tell him to go away. "Anthony...you keep missing the whole point of this." "And WHAT THE FUCK WOULD THAT BE?!" I exclaim, my blood pumping. "Calm down for a second would you!" He half-yells. I nod, taking my face out of my hands.
"All of this...all of this could stop. Every single day, every single hour, every single minute, every single second, so on so forth. You could stop it. You could stop when Ian fell down the tree, you can stop Ian from falling onto his head, and onto the shards of glass from the lightbulb. You can stop his coma." "I don't understand..." "Well you should at this point! You little shit! Don't you at least have a hint at what I'm getting at?" "N-no," My voice shakes, making the room go silent. It stays silent before Reflection sighs, standing up. "You don't have to be so selfish. You can let Ian live a happy life. A happy life without. you. Imagine, Ian living his life to the fullest with his wife and kids...what's holding him back? That's you. All you. What am I doing? I'm making you become aware of it." His dark eyes flicker, in amusment at my face. "You may see me...think I'm a demon, due to my demonic eyes......but... have you ever heard the phrase "Don't judge a book by its cover?"...It applies to us right now. Because, the truth is...You are the demon, Anthony."
"I don't care how many times I have to say it. You are a demon. Use this information wisely, Anthony."
I...I...Before I can say anything, Reflection disappears. What the fuck just happened.
It's been a whole day since that happened now. No words from the hospital. None what-so-ever. I'm still worried as fuck...Maybe I should go and visit him...just to make sure..you kn- My thoughts are cut off by a phone ringing. I grab my phone out of my pocket, press the answer button and hold it close to my ear, listening carefully. "H-he...he what?!" I exclaim, continuing to listen to what they were saying. "T-thank you.."
I drive as quick as I can to the hospital, rushing in the doors, rushing past everyone, not caring whoever was giving me weird looks. Almost there....there it is! 669! I run into the room and my eyes widen at the sight. I freeze completely, a blank and unemotion look on my face.
Ian, in the hospital bed, but there's definitely something different this time around.
Ian is awake. Ian is saved.
(A/N) That. Was. Amazing. She amazes me. What else can I say? Her writing is perfect.
(A/N) AWWH THANK YOU. ILY. Anyways, I know I should be working on YouTube....ah screw it. I'm brain dead right now
