I shake my head, sitting up and walking to Bryce's room. I swallow and open the door, finding him gone. Pills on the bed, I freak out and grab my jacket, running out of the house and screaming for him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Not finding him, I search behind the house and find him on the floor underneath the playhouse. Freakish out, I pull him from under it and bring him in my arms, "Bry," I cry, "Bry, wake up."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I drop beside her and wrap an arm around her, trying to wake our son while staying calm and strong for her, "What kind of pills were on the bed? Sleeping? Should we take him to the hospital?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Once we arrive, I take the keys out of the ignition and end up leaving them on the seat without meaning to. I rush out of the car and take Bryce in my arms again, only pausing to be sure Jackie's behind me as I run into the ER.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside