Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.
I'm sitting in the sand, frozen. My hands are balled into fists and when I see Skylar's body fading off into the distance I grab the closest thing to me, which happens to be a shell, and chuck it as far and as fast as possible. My heart is racing and I'm struggling to fill my lungs with air.
She thinks I did it. She thinks I murdered her sister. What do I do? I can't run after her right now, she's took shaken up. I never wanted it to be like this. I never wanted to hurt her. I am in love with her.
The wind starts to pick up and I feel a chill pricking at my skin. I heave myself up off the sand and slowly make my way back home. As I round the corner to my back door, I notice the garage door is open. I carefully make my way over to the door and peer in when I see him. His beady eyes are staring me down.
"Get in here boy!" he shouts
I stumble forward at the sound of his voice and land on my hands and knees. He picks me up by my shirt and punches me square in the face. All I heard was a pop and the gush of warm liquid running down my face. I scramble to grab him, but he's massive. I manage to push his body backwards, but he's quick. He grabs my legs and I fall forward. He knees my ribcage and kicks me in the head. I scream in agony. All I can hear is a loud ringing in my ear before finally everything fades to black.
*walkie talkie sound*
"We've got a 17 year old caucasian male. Unconscious and badly beaten. Two cracked ribs, a broken nose and who knows what else. En route to Mercy Medical Center"
My eyes blink open and I see the inside of an ambulance. I look over and see a medic, natural braided hair and pretty caramel skin. She notices me watching her and takes my hand.
"It's going to be o..."- before she finishes my eyes force themselves to close and I'm enveloped in darkness once more.
*buzz buzz buzz*
I stretch my hand out, feeling around for my vibrating cellphone. My room is pitch black and my door is locked shut. I don't want to hear from anyone right now. I just want to sleep and wake up when this is all over. Finally, I grab my phone and stare at the display. Dr. Yang? I have her number saved from my trip to the hospital earlier this year. What is she calling me for? I clear my throat and try to make it seem like I haven't been bawling my eyes out for the past two hours.
"Hello?" I croak.
"Skylar, hi, It's Dr. Yang" she says, her voice low and concerned.
"Is everything alright?" I question
"Well sweetie.. there's a boy that's been admitted. Cole. You were the only number on his phone. Do you know him?" She asks
My heart drops and all the color drains from my face.
"What happened" I whispered
"He's been badly hurt." she says
"I'll be there in 10 minutes" I say and before she can respond I click the end call button and my running around my room like the tasmanian devil. Cole's been hurt. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.