So, this is a new story! It was in my head for a while, and it seemed like it would never go away. So, I did the only thing I knew would get it out of my head: write a story for it. So enjoy, read, and review if you like it, because I honestly don't know if I should even continue this. What do you guys think I should do?


Chapter one

Phineas's POV:

The last thing I remember was the fall. I can't remember hitting the ground, or passing out. The thing I remember most was the pain and darkness. It seemed like neither were going to end anytime soon. They are still here. I want to open my eyes, but it feels like I can't control them. I try moving, but that didn't work either. It was as if something was pushing down on my body, making it so I couldn't move at all. I gave up on trying to move, feeling exhausted. What had happened to me, to make it so I couldn't even move?

Anybody's POV:

Ferb looked at his red-headed bother, despair in this eyes. He felt as if it was all his fault Phineas was in here, looking dead already. Ferb barely had a bruise on him from the accident. Phineas, on the other hand, was almost completely crushed. There were scratches everywhere, some bad enough to where he needed stitches. There were about as many bruises as there were cuts. He had also broken a lot of bones, and lost a lot of blood before an ambulance arrived to help him.

Ferb sighed, tears silently slipping down his face. Why must he always be such a coward when it comes to stuff he is expected to be the most brave in. He had a perfect chance to save his brother, and he was too scared to do anything about it. He was just too selfish, because if he would have saved his brother, he would be the one in the hospital, almost dead.

His family had asked him what had happened so many times, he had lost count after a while. He never answered. He was too shocked when they had asked him. It had been the worst moment of his life, watching Phineas hit the ground.