The Car AccidentHes there at the hospital. He left late last night storming out. He said Im done with this He wasnt thinking clearly Neither was I Not at all I shouldnt have yelled at him. None of this would have happened He wouldnt have gone. He wouldnt have gotten hurt
Stan sat on his couch uneasily. His mind buzzing with what has happened. The phone that he had just heard from a few minutes ago, was still clenched in his hands. Tears flowed down his cheeks, he knew he couldnt make time turn around and stop all of this from happening, it wasnt possible. Stan stood up, he went to the window and looked out of it.
Kyle stood at the doorway, his face damp and red, not looking into the room behind him. Kyle Stop doing this. Stan was close behind him. His eyes fixed and emotionless, a beer bottle gripped tightly in his hand. Get back here. Kyle did not turn around, Im d
Prolog..It was midnight, the cold winter air swayed the long branches outside of Kyles window. Kyle was sleeping, a book lay on his chest, and the window to the outside made the book slide off of him and onto the floor. Kyle had no reaction to this, and continued to sleep soundly.
A harsh wind suddenly picked up, and the window flew open, snow coming in onto the floor and quickly melting away. A shadow formed on the window, and a teen male dressed in all black came into the room. He creped over to the bed where Kyle was sleeping. Kyle still did not wake, he was just as before the window was opened. The boy trailed his hand against Kyles cheek and in response Kyle stirred a bit into the boys palm. The boy took a bat that was under the bed and struck Kyle in the head, knocking him out.
There was no scream, no sound, and the wind had died down that moment.