This might not be a big story but it's just a lil something that might grow big. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mark POV When I woke I was in a hospital bed. My father stood over me. He was clutching my hand tightly and whispering "It's gonna be alright." My eyes were heavy, the pain in my legs were excruciating and I was barely holding in the sobs. But I let one tear fall down my cheek and I passed out. Melanie POV I sat in silence. The only thought on my mind was Mark. My love...hit by that illiterate driver. Mark knew that the location of his Triathlon was dangerous, but he went anyway. And all I could do was sit and worry. I knew that Mark was in such pain, and it was killing me inside. The thought of such a nice, considerate, outgoing guy like Mark being hurt like that was to much. Yet I still sat. Waited. Waited for a friend from school to call. Or my parents to tell me to walk the dog. Or for Mark. I got up and walked to the phone. I dialed the hospital phone number and waited. "City General how may I help you?" a woman said over the phone. "Yes hello. May I speak with Mark Wallace please." "One moment please." she said. I waited for at least five minutes until she picked up the phone again. "We're sorry ma'am. He's about to go into surgery. His left leg is being amputated." the woman said sadly. I dropped the phone and fell to the floor. "No! No!" I shouted between sobs. I felt my world ending. But it was only the beginning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading!feedback is really helpful to motivate me. And no Melanie will not start cutting herself lol
I love the sadness of it... I'm craving sadness... Sadness, anger and hate make me strong... *evil laugh* Anyway bump!