|Measure A Year
Author: outtie2009 PM
525,600 Minutes, How do you measure a year? A story about the gang trying to find who they are, and follow their dreams. Takes place when their in their Juniorsenior years of highschool. SLASHRated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Drama - Otto Roc. & Twister Rod. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,087 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 08-08-06 - Published: 12-16-05 - id: 2704876
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Heyyyyyy guys sorry it took me so long to update! Well uhh…. Yeah here's the next chapter!
Okay the rest of the story is going to be based more loosely on Rent, since the whole lyrics-in-the-story thing isn't working out that great, and I have another idea on how to go through the story….
Otto woke up the next morning, tears still stinging his eyes from the night before. He stretched a bit, then immediately turned and let out a series of coughs, suddenly feeling his sore throat. Clearing his throat and thinking nothing of it, he got out of bed to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
The second his feet hit the ground and he lifted himself off the bed, the world suddenly spun a complete 360 degrees, causing him to latch onto his bedside table. After pausing to take a deep breath and attempting to shake it off, he managed to stumble into the bathroom.
Holding onto the counter below the mirror, he took deep breaths, trying to regain some energy that was strangely no longer there. Slowly, he managed to lift his head up long enough to look at himself in the mirror.
What he saw almost caused him to loose his grip on the counter and fall backwards.
He stared at his reflection, feeling tears come to his eyes. "No, not yet…"
He thought back to the night before, when he had run through the rain and fell asleep in his soaking wet clothes. He had always been so careful before but after what happened with Twister he just didn't care.
He thought of how stupid he was as he gently ran his fingers over his suddenly pale, bruised skin as tears began to fall from his eyes.
His mind quickly raced to calling Twister, no, a doctor, hell, anyone! But as he moved to the door, he suddenly had the painful feeling that yesterday's dinner didn't feel like staying in his stomach at the moment.
"Hey, Otto, you ok?" Sean paused as he saw Otto pale, bruised, weak figure huddled over the toilet, emptying what little food he had inside of him. "I'm calling a doctor."
Otto weakly nodded as Sean ran over to the phone and called 911. After Sean hung up with them, he quickly ran to Otto's side and put his arms around him. "It's gonna be okay, baby, I won't let anything happen to you." Normally, Otto would feel extremely uncomfortable with Sean wrapped around him like this, but at the moment, it felt good just to hear those words from anyone.