-- Prologue -- Avery Greene. Your name is Avery Greene, and you aren't a cry baby. Not anymore. You're facing the train tracks, visibily shaking and laughing. There's people behind you, snickering. You can't even spare a moment to look back, because the train is going right at you— You're so stupid. You'll never see your dad, brother, and Buster ever again— Oh God, why are you so dumb? Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb! "This is the end, isn't it?" Your hands clench and unclench, and you shut your eyes to embrace the impact, counting the seconds and thinking about the past, what you could've done right, how to fix your mistakes— But it never comes. You hear the roar of the train and the soft breeze of air, and suddenly you feel the weight being lifted up from your shoulders. You're in the air, and you're— HOLY SHIT YOU'RE FALLING. But before you can fully process that thought, you fall straight into the lake and see a brilliant flash of white, before being swallowed by the crapton of water you landed in. Your eyes shut on instinct and you can feel something grabbing at your shirt- there aren't any octopuses in lakes, right? What the hell are you saying, you feel hands. Pulling you back up, and brushing your soaked orange hair before patting your damp freckled cheeks to wake you the fuck up. "Oh my God, what the hell man?!" You look up and see a pair of cold grey eyes staring at your emerald jade ones. "Your welcome." -- You were 12, back then. So young, so naïve, so easy to manipulate. You were so dumb. Now you're 17, but is there even a difference? You choke on your own tears and stare at him. He's on the hospital bed, hooked up to the machines, and you can hear his heartbeat. He's in a comatose state, the doctors told you, in that Goddamn patronizing tone of theirs', and you're not dumb. You're not a 12 year old, you're capable of understanding basic speech. "I never really did get to say a proper thank you, did I?" You rest your hand on top of his. God, was it cold. You kneel and brush your lips against his hand, and jerking your head up when you feel it get wet. He was your role-model. You looked up to him like a brother, since yours was in Kansas with your dad. They had a striking similarity: same dull grey eyes, same dimpled smile, same geeky look, same brown hair, and the same pale complexion. But their personalities were unbelievably different. Your role model liked to keep himself away from the crowd, hiding in the library to read his dumb history books, and you loved to creep up on him and startle him with a giant 'boo'. He was always so reclusive, so independent, so quiet. You could spill everything out to him like a diary and he would just stay silent the entire time, humoring you while you indulged yourself with talking nonsense. And when your mom and stepdad and stepbrothers were out of the house, he'd keep you company by taking you out to the arcade, or to the smoothie shop you've grown to love over the years. You even fell for him, once. You were 14, and he was 17. He was finishing up his homework in the library and you peered over his shoulder and looked at his neat handwriting, and snickered at his signature he always wrote at the bottom of the page. It was routine, and he adjusted to your bratty ways. It was when he turned to face you and spoke so gently and calmly you widened your eyes and giggled like a schoolgirl. He was a complete mess. His glasses were at his forehead and he blinked groggily and yawned like a crocodile, stretching and making that 'nak' sound people always did after yawning. Yet he still looked so normal, you were so used to him. It was dusk, and the two of you sat out in the bench talking about nonsense things, just chatting away like a normal couple would. He had stopped replying and rested a hand on your shoulder, and you turned to look at him, your cheeks flushed. "You've changed." And your cheeks flushed even more. You stared at him closely and saw that there were now bags under his eyes, and that he had changed too. He was so mature now. "Well, you changed too!" You chirped and went back to making loud sips of your smoothie. "I guess I did." His smile wore off and the two of you parted ways after you gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Never did you know that that would've been the last intimate touch you shared with him, or will ever share. He got hit by a drunk a day later. You kept sending him messages, and when he didn't reply you picked up your coat and ran out of the door, forgetting to lock it. You didn't care, besides, your parents could buy new shit if someone ever stole from the house. And then you saw it. You saw his limp body being rushed into the ambulance and the drunk driver apologizing over and over again to no one in particular; his parents were shaking and crying and holding their son's hands, but he didn't respond. You collapsed onto the ground that day and buried your face into your hands, and began crying again and again. He was the only one who understood your pain, and he could damn well be gone. The wind rustling the curtains woke you up from your trance, and you kissed his cheek and set down the bouquet of flowers and left, not bothering to reply to the nurses who said 'goodbye', or apologize to the old man you nearly knocked over when you left the building. You thought you heard the nurses gossiping near the help desk before you left. "She's so reclusive and independent... not to mention, so- so quiet!" You brushed the thought off and embraced the winter cold on your way out. -- Lol. I'm awful at hospital scenes, because I don't go to them unless it's about my god awful braces or if I get really sick, so I'm sorry if I described the scene wrong or didn't use any facts and shit roflmfao This is kinda confusing but I stuck to the plot Yes guys this is the same story from the drabble thread, just had some edits to make it more interesting lol Fyi that thread's become a picture thread and this story might include pictures in it too Hand drawn, so embrace the awful anatomy lmao Meh changed the title Bleh.
Had my braces taken off two years ago. Felt like heaven but it was so slimy. I like the story. The poor gal
Ohmyword Chlo. You got me so freaked out lol. And this is genius. My braces came off a couple of months ago. I live with retainers now.
XD Omg, I still have mine on. I was supposed to take them off in August but I think they might add more time to it. :c
Shit Guys I'm so sorry but my grades are crap and my math teacher and chinese and phys ed teacher will throw me into the fire pit unless i get my grades uppppp ,_, I have the first chapter being edited but I think I'll need three more weeks The reason being this week I've got band practice and next week I won't have access to wifi and the third week... I'm just gonna be a lazy mofo. oUo
I'm silencedddd Dx But the good new is, I can squeeze some time in this week, so I might get the update up before next Monday. :3