The Shade's Of You. | ✓

47

P E R C Y
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“You need to calm down, bro. It's going to be alright.” Luca kept trying to assure me that and I couldn't believe it.

How the fuck could I? It was bullshit, the whole lot of it and everything was pointless now, nothing made fucking sense to me anymore— the minutes were. . . just moving faster and it wasn't in my vision. I wasn't moving with it.

“Get your fucking hand off me, Luca!” I snap, glaring at him and he stares at me for a long while with wide eyes before removing his hand from my shoulder. “Good.” I mutter.

“Did you tell G—”

“Yes. Charlie won't know.”

“Good.”

I take in a deep breath, probably for the hundredth time now and all I can hear is my fucking heart pounding.

Luca stands now and starts pacing in front me and I fucking swear, I'm about to shoot this man— bestfriend or not. I will shoot him if he speaks another word to me.

“What are they doing now?” He questions, glancing down the long hallways, it was too fucking white and my eyes were hurting to look at them any longer— I think me staring at the damn wall for so long did that but really it's my fear starting to eat me up on the inside. “Percy?”

“I don't know.”

“And what test do they need to run?”

“I don't know.”

“I mean they already fucking stitched her—”

I stand up and he shuts up when my eyes narrow at him. “I don't fucking know but what I do fucking know is that I'm about to ring your fucking neck if you keep talking, Luca.”

I warn.

He gulps and nods his head.

His not going to listen. I already fucking know that.

Luca never listens.

I sit back down on the steel chair and rest my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and trying to focus on my breathing— to calm myself and that picture that's on constant replay on my already messed up mind.

Her eyes— fucking hell. The fear in those orbs that shined with nothing but happiness and love for a fuck up like me, it was scared. I could see it, my girl didn't want to leave me, she didn't want to die and fuck, I already know that picture of the car slamming into her is never going to leave and the scream of my name from her lips before she hit the ground. It's a huge fucking nightmare— I know that.

I didn't want her to leave, never ever but I would rather have her leaving me by being safe than in a damn hospital.

It's my fault.

I shouldn't have chased her.

She was running from me, trying to get away.

And I didn't want that or wouldn't even allow it.

They were running test on her— she hit her head hard on that pavement and it caused a concussion. But that car, I was going to fucking murder that sick bastard later.