Shooting Star

Burn It

Scott could feel himself getting dizzy. He slowed down, looking back. The car was gone, and he was panting like a dog. Just ahead was his house. He could make it if he just---

Scott fell to the ground.

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White. That was the first thing Scott saw. The second was a heart monitor. He looked around, and began to panick, causing the monitor to beep.

A nurse came in and calmed him down. "Mr. Walker! Calm down. You're perfectly fine in the hospital." Scott stopped and looked at his surroundings. He was indeed, in a bright white hospital bed.

"Someone is here to see you." Tje nurse explained. Scott examined her. She had a shoulder-length hair. It was blonde with pink and blue dyed tips. She moved out of the way to reveal a worried Jeremy and Mike.

For the first time he spoke, but Scott's voice was raspy. "Hey, guys." He smiled at them and flinched, realizing it hurt to even do that. He sat up and faced them.

Jeremy hugged him immediately, causing Scott to take a breath through clenched teeth. "O-oh s-s-orry!" Jeremy let go and dusted his green sweater off. Mike walked up, but was still silent. Scott smiled at him as well. "Guys I'm fine. I swear." Scott moved his wounded leg and screamed out in pain.

Mike raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, that's some effed up shit right there." He said while examining the bandage that was around Scotts leg. It was soaked with blood, and yet still new blood leaked its way through.

Scott nodded. "I hope I get out of this place soon." Mike nodded in understandment, and left the room. "Wh-where is he g-going?" Jeremy asked, looking after him. Scott shrugged. "Beats me."

The two sat and caught up, Scott talking about a musical he loved about a guy named Jeremy who tries to be cool and takes a pill from Japan that tries to take over the word. (I swear if no one gets that reference--) Jeremy was saying something about a TV show he was watching but Scott wasnt listening. He was spacing out.

He thought about his luck. He had none. The stupid 'good luck charm' William had given him was just as useless as he was. He shook with anger, and ripped it off, throwing it across the room. He thought about how his life was shit. Like a rapist. It kept fucking him even though he screamed,

"Stop it I cant take it anymore!"

His life was a sick rapist bastard.

Mike appeared again and proudly announced Scott was allowed home, but had to have crutches. It seemed fair enough. Mike handed him the crutches and Sxott stood up, taking them. He walked with them, to get used to it.

The three left, Scott slower than his friends due to the crutches. He apologized for being slow, resulting in one of two responses. Either, 'its fine' or 'stop apologizing'. Which made him apologize once again.

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Scott sat on his bed, staring ahead. He spotted a bottle of pills on the dresser. Heck, if he wanted to he could down them all right now. He seriously thought about it. Untill all he did was throw it across the room, causing it to break open and pills spill everywhere.

He looked at a picture of him and William and growled. "Great," he muttered to himself as he grabbed that picture plus more along with a lighter. He went outside and was greeted by a shooting star. Scott didnt bother kissing back.

There was a fire pit. Scott started it and tossed the picture of him and Will. "First date? Burn it." That's what he planned on doing. He was going to burn his memories to ashes. He was going to burn them untill they no longer existed.