AN: Yay! I'm back! Ugh, Ive had such a bad case of writers block lately... I feel like clawing my brain out with a spork :p But anyways... to ease the mind of those of you that actually read my stuff (i know theres not much of you...) and to entertain MYSELF as I try to come up with some new material... I have written this.
Honesltly, I have no idea where it came from... but it has escaped the confused mess that is my mind. Obviously, its not just a one shot... but I'm not exactly sure when I'll be able to update it. Its not like these chapters just write themselves... I wish they did. It would make my life so much simpler...
But anyways... here it is. It'll probably have some OCs in it... I'm not sure yet. And no, it will not be completely focused on Kendall (as the show is now starting to do, much to my dissapointment).
Please review. You guys inspire me to write more. I can't write when I'm discouraged... and your reviews encourage me :)
Well I'll stop rambling and let you read... its not much.. but it'll have to do.
Again... review. PLEASE.
Bright white lights, starting as a single white spec in the darkness before it started advancing, the size and shape becoming larger and larger as the object came closer. You couldn't see it at first, almost as if the small size of the lights assured your safety.
The brightness was blinding, overwhelming as it stretched out in front of him, and covering every inch of his sight almost as if telling him that there was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to escape. He didn't have time to do much. His mind hadn't registered what was going on until after it had happened. The light was so vast, so mighty, so powerful, and so hypnotizing; it had frozen him completely, shut his mind away from the world and refused to let him think of anything. Just that simple white light, burning him to his very core….
And everything went black.
Suddenly he knew what was going on. He understood what had happened, and he became completely aware of everything, even though it was much too late. He was already dead. He couldn't do much at this point except prepare himself for what lie ahead. He felt like crying, but he couldn't. He wanted to mourn over himself; for he was hesitant if anyone was going to mourn for him. All he could think of was that light, and he wished he could see it again.
A blanket of glittering glass.
They all lay there, still and motionless, against the cold, damp road, just waiting. Waiting for someone to come find them. Waiting for someone to care and call for help. Waiting to wake up and face the intense pain.
Waiting to die.
Hundreds, thousands, millions of microscopic pieces of shattered glass surrounded them, shining with every light that they could magnify, calling out to anyone who would just stop and listen. "Help!" they screamed mutely. "Please, someone help them!" Certain shards were stained a sick crimson, explaining the sad story of the innocent children who just wanted to have some fun. A once useful hockey helmet sat far away from its owner, weeping tearlessly for the failure of serving its purpose: To protect the head on which it was constantly being worn.
Yards away the bodies lay, and a cold breeze flew by, dancing gracefully through their hair, tickling their cheeks, begging for one of them to wake up. The trees bent over and cried, pleading, "Wake up. Please. Save yourselves." But not one of them moved. The sky opened up and sobbed, rain droplets pattering against their skin, the mournful atmosphere evident to all who chose to care.
They stay there for hours, until finally the pale of their cold skin was stained red and blue by the bright lights that made it towards them. A loud siren rang out, screaming in desperation for all to move so she could save them. She rang louder and longer, calling out the unconscious bodies, telling them to hold on. Though most knew they didn't have the strength to hold on anymore. The glass shards glittered violently, calling out and giving the siren directions. The rain willed them to wake up to see the miracle God had sent them, and the wind pushed against their motionless bodies, growing impatient.
The ambulance finally skidded to a stop, and the bright lights were once more, shining the light on the horrific scene before them. A multitude of desperate EMTs flooded out of the back as more vehicles started to pull up and radios started to call for backup. The siren rested her voice, but her lights still flickered, and finally caught his attention.
He had gotten his wish. The lights were there, but they were no longer threatening or overwhelming or hypnotizing. A voice screamed in his head, loud and deafening, the shrill of pure terror ringing in his ears as she screamed his name.
His eyes burst open as a long beep rang in his ears and a her scream deepened, getting louder and louder until he realized he was the one screaming, the lights flashing in his mind over and over again as the doctors struggled to hold him down. A loud beep echoed through the small room he was in and it smelled of blood and morphine. Dozens of cold, gloved hands pressed against his body and pushed him down, but he continued to scream. He continued to yell, demanding to know where he friends were. Where his sister was. He ignored the sharp and intense pain in his head and side as he shouted, the confusion of many masked faces and the lights on the roof and the beep of the heart monitor and her scream echoing in his mind overwhelming him. The beeps started to speed up and the doctors started to yell things back and forth.
Then he was gone once more.