SOUR PATCH

• Chapter Fifty pt.3

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• CHAPTER FIFTY pt.3
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Clark Caleb Wesley

I feel like I'm underwater.
Drowning. I'm drowning.

Everything is happening so fast. I was being beaten up, my eyes throb I can barely see. Then it all stops, Phillips who is pounding his fist against my face flew as he heard the ERT's booming horrified voice.

No pulse. No pulse. No pulse.

No.

Not my M, take me instead oh god.

Jesus.

I'm incoherent, I barely process what's happening, black dots surrounds me. Succumbing me to nothingness.

• • •

The beeping noise alerted my bearings making me open my eyes. Disoriented and confuse I blink into focus.

White ceiling.

Hospital.

I'm in a hospital.

What happened?

Why am I here?

As the question swims inside my head, the sound of a door opening yank me into focus.

I look up and meet my mom's teary eyes. Then the beeping noise accelerated as my heart thump harder inside my ribcage. Slowly, the memories of last night flooded with vigor hitting me so hard I bolted upright of the bed.

"M!" I shout as horror struck me.

My mom's lips trembles and clasp her palms on it, my worries stricken. And before I know it, I yank the IVs out of my veins ignoring the pain, and bolted out of the bed.

"M-mom where is she?" I ask my sobbing mother holding her shoulder, she shagged me off making my arms fall to my side, it hurts. Her gesture hurts more than It should be.

"We found no pulse!"

I cringe at the memory as tears block my vision once again, I step back and observe my mother devastated figure.

What if she ----oh god. Please don't. I can't take it. I won't, I'll die.

I can't fathom the possibility, the thoughts kill me slowly, so painfully. Knowing I cause all this, I deserve the pain! All this pain! Hell! I don't even deserve to live, If M dies I'll kill myself.

There no other choice, I will end my life.

"M-m-mom Te-tell me I'm wrong p-please"

I beg, my voice trembles and barely coherent.

Slowly she shakes her head still not making eye contact with me, Hope-filled my chest concealing the pain she ignites when she won't meet my eyes.

I deserve the hate ... I deserve the pain ... I deserve hell.

And Fucking need to see her even if no one wanted me to.

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I found Ian outside my room sitting on a chair looking nothing any different from us, he looks just as devastated, I swallow a huge lump in my throat as I approach him, apparently, I pass out after Phillip beat me to a pulp, strangely I can't find it in me to feel mad at him, I deserve his fury because I'm an idiot. A huge fucking one.