Black Combat Boots

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I sit in the bright, white room. It was cold, maybe it was the fact that I was in the hospital. Maybe it was because I just felt numb.

I think about the good times I've had with Zach. Tears fall into my lap. I've cried so much lately. In fact, I think that's all I've done for a week. A whole week. They've only kept me here because they want to make sure I don't do anything rash.

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I wake up after a nap. I look at my nightstand for a glass of water. Instead, there's a note.

Dylan,

Sorry, it came to this. Well, no we're not. Hopefully you realized, if not in the past than by now, you mess with the bull, you get the horns.

It's really too bad that it had to come to this, we kind of like Zach. Kind of, he was noisey.

Love,
Helen and Sally

I drop the paper in my lap. Oh my god. Sally and Helen working together doesn't sound good. It's a recipe for disaster. I mean look at what they've done.

I think about the accident. The noise. Zach's face. The slow motion. The way he tried to protect me. Just like my parents. Just like James. I've lost some of the only people I care about because of Helen. All due to car accidents. With that horrible noise. The screeching that combines oh so terrifyingly with screams. My screams. Maybe someone else's screams. In this accident, I heard my younger self screaming. It was like an echo. In this car accident it was like all of the accidents mixed into one full of the traumatizing sounds.

I didn't realize doctors running in. I didn't realize anything. I felt numb, more numb then I've ever felt before. Like I was drifting.

Am I dying?

I mean I'm not apposed to that idea. I can join Mom, Dad, James and Zach.

That sounds good.

As I think about death and the ones I cared for, I fall into a dark pit. Maybe pit. Maybe hole?

Whatever it is or wherever, all is black.

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Author's Note

Short chapter, but I feel it was a necessary chapter.

Sorry it was short. But I'll update right away so you don't have too much suspense. Maybe.

Okay guys!

We're nearing the end!!!

I think there will be just a couple more chapters. Then an epilogue!!

This is from present me, but if you are reading my other book Scared of the Truth, you know I haven't been updating as much as this one. Also that story kind of stinks, I know. I am going to delete it, right after I publish this. My point is I'm losing inspiration and motivation. It stinks because I literally live in writing. I used to think that I did it pretty well. but my chapters and stories that I have been writing are stinking lately. I don't know why. It's really effecting my mood, I have no story ideas. It is actually awful. I don't know why I wrote this in here, I guess it's because I really need a place to rant since I deleted My Random Life. That was a story I had written, but it was like my diary. Anyway, if you have any story ideas, mainly fitting into the Romance, Teen Fiction genre, it would be greatly appreciated. By that I mean you would be my hero, literally that would save my life.

Okay.

Bye guys!

-A<3