Zack's point of view: I was packing my stuff up when I got a call. RINGRINGRING I picked my phone up,"Hello?" A female voice came through the other end and said,"Yes we have a Peyton McGee at the hospital and we wer-" I cut her off and said,"What happened to Peyton?!" She took a deep breath and said,"He was.....stabbed earlier today. It looks pretty serious and the doctors just want his father and mother here so they can tell them more." I quickly said,"We will be there soon." I hung up before she could answer. I stopped my packing and ran downstairs and grabbed my keys and told Holly,"Peyt's in the hospital come on!" She quickly got up and got in the car with me and without a word we drove to the hospital.
Peyton's point of view: White. Everything was white. Everywhere I looked was white. How did this happen? When did this happen? Why did this happen? I looked around and saw nothing but white. What the ****. I started walking and I could hear my footsteps while I walked. It was....very annoying. I kept walking hoping I would find a spot of color. It was kinda ironic that everywhere I looked was white and from what I could tell I was wearing white too but I didn't know how I, of all people, was wearing white since I have ****ed so many girls. I shook my head and turned and when I did I saw the brightest light I have ever seen. The extreme brightness of that light made me hit my knees. I couldn't see the whiteness in front of me instead I replayed what had happened that landed me in this white room. It was Logan. Logan landed me here. I had seen a look on Zeke and Garrett's face and heard a voice shout fuck you bastard and I had turned right when a knife cut through me. I could feel the knife ripping through and I could feel the pain but the pain was there for a few seconds and then I started falling and falling until I had hit the floor around a pool of blood. I had seen Zeke and Garrett lunge at Logan but that was the last thing I saw until I blacked out and then I woke up here. I sighed and tried getting up again but I couldn't move. What the fuck! I could feel something hot on my face and I knew it was tears. I didn't want to die. I have so much to live for. I don't want to die! I took a deep breath and pulled myself together and got enough strength to shake the unknown force that was holding me down away. As soon as I stood up I saw this beautiful black baby grand piano. I walked over to it and let out a low whistle. This was the piano I have wanted for a long time and it was here in this white room. I touched the piano and I felt electricity run through me. I sighed and mumbled,"I wonder why it's here...maybe I'll try to play it." I circle the piano a bit and finally sat down and again I felt electricity. **** this was nice. I took a deep breath and started playing Already Home by Thousand Foot Krutch and then I started singing: The trouble with truth is it never lies, and the trouble with wrong that its never right, so I rest my head onto your light. The trouble with peace is it never fights, and the trouble with love that its always blind. I want to walk to the edge of it tonight, and I fall down. I'm on my knees cause your everthing I need, and I've made a mess of myself on my own. Well I am on my face and I'm calling out your name, and I won't runaway cause I'm already home. The trouble with tears is that they dry, and the trouble with faith made me wanna cry. I've never felt so much like I'm alive, I wanna open my eyes and see your face. If I have to wait a thousand days, I'd still be right here right next to you. And I fall down, I'm on my knees cause your everthing I need, and I've made a mess of myself on my own. And now I am on my face and I'm calling out your name, and I won't runaway cause I'm already home. and I won't runaway, I won't runaway, I won't runaway cause I'm already home. And I know I haven't always been Where you wanted me I'm standin' here, arms out Broken down Before you I know I haven't always been, where you wanted me, Standin' here, arms out Broken down I'm on my knees cause your everthing I need, and I've made a mess of myself on my own. And now I am on my face and I'm calling out your name, and I won't runaway cause I'm already home. As soon as I finished up I started feeling light headed and then... Darkness.....
Zack's point of view: We got to the hospital and I didn't even pull into a parking spot. I just simply stopped in the middle of the road and turned my car off and got my keys and walked in with my wife right behind me. We got to the desk and the lady at the desk said,"Yes? May I help you?" I nodded,"Someone called from this hospital and said my son had been stabbed at school." She looked at me like what do you want me to do about it and I said,"His name is Peyton McGee." Her eye widened and she got on the phone and paged the doctors and she told us,"Go wait in the waiting room the doctor will be in there shortly." I just nodded and grabbed Holly's hand and we went into the waiting room and we saw our daughter Brianna, our son Garrett, Keeley, and some other guy. Holly stayed and talked with Bri and Keeley and I went to Garrett. I cleared my throat and Garrett looked up at me. His eyes were blood red and his hands had blood on them. I sat down beside him,"Son what happened to your brother." He took a deep breath and said,"Well Logan had been posting stuff that he was gonna best the shit out of Peyton so Peyton posted something about he was tired of wannabes trying to say they are gonna beat the shit out of him and well today Peyt was going to try to reason with Logan and at first it seemed like it was going fine but Peyt turned and started walking back to me and Zeke here and Logan just screamed fuck you bastard and when Peyt turned a knife that Logan had caught him and dad it was bad he lost a lot of blood. He passed out within seconds. Dad is Peyt gonna be ok? I don't wanna lose my brother." I looked down at the floor. I didn't know what to say. Theres no way I could determine if Peyton was going to make it or not but I knew he had to. He was my son. He was a McGee. McGee's don't give up. He has so much ahead of him he can't die. My thoughts were interrupted by a doctor saying,"Are you Peyton McGee's father?"