But the thing was, it wasn't the end.
It was foggy and I was delirious when I woke up, and cold. Oh so fucking cold. And painful, but I guess looking back at it I deserve that pain. When I woke up I was crying, now I'm not sure if it was from the pain of the 3 broken ribs, left arm, and fractured bones in my foot, or the cold, or the fact that deep down I knew something was wrong. I felt sick. I felt wrong. The nurse rushed in, a scared expression on her face as she tried to calm me, calling for other nurses.
"It's OK, I'ts OK."
It wasn't OK.
I wasn't OK.
Nothing would be OK ever again.
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Dinner at 3 (Destiel AU)
FanfictionCastiel is a lonely depressed 15 year old, who believes that dating before you're 18 is the worst thing a teenager can do. He's also a writer and quite the character. One night when he decides to go on one of his night walks he breaks all his own...
