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The Park
By Revenge

 


A soft breeze pushed against the bench of the empty park. It would normally be busy, with children hopping around, gossiping mothers or teenagers in love, but now it stood alone with only one guest sitting on a slide. Its guest was a young man with a mohawk, pale skin and a slight muscular body. He sighed softly shivering. He looked at his hands frowning then looked around the park.

I feel so scared...What am I going to do without you here?” He sighed leaning his head against the post of the slide. He closed his eyes holding in his tears.

I feel I can't go on without you...you were my best friend.” He sobbed softly. He grabbed his shirt, wrinkling it underneath his fist, where his heart would be. He cried out lightly at the pain that zapped at his heart. He sniffled in softly shaking his head. The tears pouring down his cheeks.

A sudden haze went along the park, turning it as white as a paper. Then gone, the scene was gone and all that was seen now was the open eyes of a young man. His blue eyes watered slightly as he looked around frightened at his horrible dream.

“Johnny...” He whispered softly sitting up in his bed. He wiped his eyes softly. Getting up from his bed to get changed into a decent pair of jeans and shirt. He grabbed his phone and texted Johnny quickly.

“Jay, are you alright?...We havn't talked in a while...Um, I was thinking we could hang out and

talk or something...Sorry for bugging you.”

He walked out of his house and towards his car quickly. He climbed in and stared at his phone awaiting a response, he frowned.

“I don't want to leave this earth if it would cause my friends all this pain...This fear...” He said to himself quietly, staring at his phone. He felt it vibrate in his hand, he smiled and opened his phone quickly.

“Hey Jimmy, umm...Yeah it's been awhile...Well, honestly things could be better haha.” Jimmy frowned at this...

“Sure, when do you wanna hang out? I think it'd be fuckin' awesome.”

Jimmy stared at his phone...Could be better....

He began to tap his fingers along his keypad lightly answering.

“Grab coffee at Starbucks? :)”

He sent it and started driving his car quickly towards the Starbucks near the mall. He felt his phone vibrate once again within his hand.

“Sure, be there in a few.”

Just as he began to send the answer, a very drunk driver rammed his car into Jimmy's car as he drove, sending Jimmy's car into a barrel roll across the street. Leaving the car flipped over and terribly dented. Jimmy sat in his seat upside down, his neck at a crook from his head touching the ceiling. His mouth trickled some blood. He stared out of his broken windows, his eyes wandered across the street where he saw the Starbucks he was so closed to reaching. He sobbed out lightly, his eyes began to roll into the back of his head as he went unconscious. His phone lay there, with the unfinished message to Johnny reading...

“Sorry... I

Johnny's P.O.V.

Johnny began to walk from his home towards Starbucks quietly. He smiled to himself. He was so happy Jimmy had texted him, he longed for a good friend to talk to. Jimmy came along at the perfect time. He smiled looking back at the days when they'd barely leave one anothers side. They were like partners in crime back in the day. He chuckled to himself, the height difference between the two was outstanding.

He stopped at the corner of the street before crossing to Starbucks, there stood a crowd looking onto the street. Johnny walked towards them curiously, there he saw an insane wreckage. Only two cars, but it caused a hell of a scene. One car lay upside down dented everywhere, the other feet away with a major dent in the front. He watched as police interviewed one man. He looked towards the upside down car, he saw the ambulance men working on getting the man out of the car. He watched feeling sorry for the people. He looked at his phone and frowned still not receiving an answer from Jimmy. He looked back towards the accident to see the man from the upside down car being pulled out. His long limp body was heaved out and put onto a stretcher. Johnny's eyes narrowed.

“Jimmy?...” He stared wide eyed, frightened it could be his friend. He grabbed his phone quickly and began to dial Jimmy's number quickly listening.

His side rang....he heard a ring coming from the flipped car....Ring....

Johnny gasped lightly hanging up his phone and running towards the stretcher Jimmy was being pulled on. “Is he alright?!!” Yelled Johnny urgently, dodging police who were trying to get him to go back.

“Do you know this man?” Questioned one of the ambulance men

“Y-yes! He's my friend! Jimmy!” Yelled Johnny frantic, as he touched Jimmy's soft pale arm. He frowned at how still he was.

“Ok sir, well come with us on the ambulance.” Said the man

Johnny nodded following them, Jimmy's head was bleeding. Johnny frowned, as they climbed into the ambulance. “Is he gonna be alright?!” He asked holding his tear back, as the medics began to put in IV and the driver began to drive.

“Well, outside appearance, possibly. We don't know if hes bleeding internally.” Said the medic.

Johnny watched going insane as Jimmy continued to lay there motionless. Johnny bit his lower lip lightly.

After arriving at the hospital, Jimmy was taken into an emergency room. Johnny was left to wait in the waiting room. He paced around holding his tears. He shook his head biting his lower lip.

“Please...Please...don't take my only friend away from me...” He whispered to himself.

He sighed after a while and sat down. Waiting. After about an hour a doctor slipped out of the emergency room and towards Johnny. His hands folded along his back, no sign of happiness nor sadness. Emotionless, giving no hint as to whether Jimmy were alive or not.

“What's going on Doc? Please tell me its good, please.” Begged Johnny standing up, walking towards the Doctor.

The doctor placed his soft hand onto Johnny's shoulder. “I'm sorry my dear boy. But it would appear your friend is hemorrhaging badly from the inside. He won't make it. I'm sorry.” Said the Doctor, still no emotion in his dull voice.

Johnny began to cry into his hands softly shrugging his shoulder away from the doctors hand. He ran out of the hospital. And ran all he could until he reached the park, that was empty. He sobbed softly climbing into the jungle gym and onto the slide, looking onto the empty town crying. He felt so alone, so scared. His best friend, Gone.

 

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