Chronokinesis

Twenty Minutes Till Twelve

Twenty Minutes Till Twelve

Dan' POV

My mind was scattered all around, from thoughts about my most embarrassing moments to when I met a certain boy with black frames on his face, basically I was rethinking my whole depressing life. I was rethinking all the decisions I have made and all of them was fucking stupid, but one decision was the best thing in my breathing years. I was gripping the leather wheel, until my knuckles turned white as snow, many sounds was going through my rounded ears. The annoying police sirens. The rubber tires reckless zooming down the narrow road. My left foot was tapping nonstop due to my anxiety. Phil is screaming at me to go faster. But I wasn't paying attention to the bumpy road, because I was staring at the three colored eyed angel sitting next to me, I fucked up his once calm and electric life. Because of me Phil has done and seen things his innocence mind would have never done.

I am not going to lie, meeting Phil was the best thing that ever happened to me. He bought the sun and rainbow to my once rainy day, he the one who makes smile when I was frowning a few moments ago, because Phil balances me out. Most people will think that I am stupid or foolish to have and put so much trust in a person, but just because I met him almost twelve hours ago doesn't means I do not know him well. Twelve hours is not very long, but it like when I'm with the raven haired boy time goes in slow motion. Like seconds goes to minutes, minutes goes to hours, and hours goes to days.

But unfortunately, life is more difficult than I though, I killed a crooked man and I do not do it without a reason. That twisted man took away something dear to Phil. I was happy when I beat that fucker into pulp, I was happy when his warm blood spatted all on my black leather jacket and my white face, I was happy when he asked for forgiveness to save his sad excuse of a life. When I punched him in his unwavering face, I enjoyed the way his fully grown bones cracked and broke. When the poor soul's eyes was widened with fear and regret, as I gripped my hand around his fragile neck.

My thoughts was interrupted by Phil screaming 'Stop!', but I didn't. I barely heard his cry. But I can hear my heartbeat. Which was pounding so hard as if it want to pop out of my chest. And no it was not guilt. It was fear. Fear for Phil. I fear that the man I love wil-

I was too caught in my wicked mind to hear. I felt Phil's large hand get connected with my right cheek, good thing he hit me, but it was too late. The car was twirling around, and I tried my hardest to control the tires instead I crashed the vehicle into a tree. I grinned like a bloody idiot. It was my time to leave Phil alone. Away from me. I am weak as injured animal. I have too my demons in my deranged mind. I have killed a man by using my bare hands. I was too depressing like the color black and gray. I am broken like a glass mug hitting the marble floor. I hope the cops don't think he was in on the killing.

I stared at Phil, he perfect face had a ugly bruise on his precious nose due to the air bag and light scratches, his slender arm was bleeding from shattered glass, and his blue eyes. It was like he staring into my darken soul. I did not care about how damaged my body or face was. I just want Phil to be safe. I touched my forehead, it was covered in a familiar maroon color. Blood. I smashed my head on the wheel.

I love Phil, which is a hard thing to say. I really don't say the word love unless I really mean it. I looked in the rear-view mirror the red and blue light was vibrant. I glanced at the boy once again, he was shaking his head 'No', but I just mouthed 'Remember me and I am sorry for doubting you'

11:40 a.m

I wish I can relive those almost twelve hours again.

I hope he lives to find another person better than me.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and open my car door, which made glass fall on the hard cold ground. My foot was sliding out the car, everything was slow, the colors started to fainting and I heard a gu-

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I want to relive those moments with the annoying yet charming boy again, he changed me as a person which was impressive because I can not change myself in the nineteen year I have been breathing. I want to cherish this memories, for when I first met at the cafe to before I crash the car.

I wish I press a rewind button, but I can't.

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Word Count: 858

Date and Time I Finish: Saturday December 10, 2016 at 13:13