Kk. I have now fixed everything so starting from the beginning again lol. It'll be ok though. It probably won't take as Long this time since I'm out for summer
no don't start from the beginning again holly please!!!!!!!!! just start from where u left off.....
Well I might start with the last few updates because my phone just deleted everything so I'm going to have to rewrite everything in my notes and that will take a while but I can do it y'all don't worry
just read the last update u posted on the other thread holly and work from there it will be soooo much easier...
Zack's point of view: "Are you the father?" I stared at the doctor. I had been Peyton's father for 17 years even if I wasn't his real father I was still there for him and treated him like my own son for 17 years. I finally nodded and said,"Yes. What's going on with my son?" The doctor sighed and said,"Is your wife here as well?" I nodded and went to my wife and touched her arm and she got up and the doctor took us away from the kids and said,"Your son was bleeding very severely when we got there and he's lucky that he's even alive." I shook my head. I couldn't believe that this happened to him. I looked at the doctor,"How is he now." The doctor was quiet for a long time and finally said,"He's..... In a coma."
Peyton's point of view: I finally woke up and I was no longer in the white room. I was somewhere different. It looked so familiar but I couldn't place where I was at and that bugged the shit out of me. I mean where the ****ing **** was I at now. This shit was getting old fast. I stood up and when I did I was....in pain. What the ****?! I looked at my stomach and saw blood but not from the stab wound but from where I had carved Kate's name into my stomach. This was all ****ed up. I put my hand over the name to try and suppress the hurting but it still hurt like ****. I walked over to the dresser and I remembered where I was at. I was in my room from when we lived in Texas. God I had hated Texas. I had made so many enemies there. I looked at everything on the dresser and all the pictures were from the past 4 years which I knew wasn't right at all. I pulled my hand away and there was zero blood on my hand and I looked down on my stomach and there were no cuts, no stab wound, and Kate's name wasn't carved into my stomach. What the ****ing **** is going on?!