This story WILL NOT make sense, unless you read the one pertaining this. All these events are real.



With out You



God… I can’t breathe. Pain In my neck and legs. Cold. Getting dark… I muster enough strength to put my hands on the handlebars, which are pressing against my neck. Adrenaline coursing through my veins and pain ravaging my body. ‘I need to get this thing off of me’ I try to push but it won’t budge. These things are at least 360 pounds; Well beyond what I know I can lift. And the handlebars are at my neck, not my chest. Blood rushing to my arms. Vision fading. One more push. I push with every muscle fiber that is available and… Thank god, the ATV rolls to one side. The Four-wheeler is perched on it’s side now, threatening to roll over me again. I quickly work out what to do but all I can think about is the monstrous pain in my hip. I struggle to stand up; Pain just engulfing my entire upper and lower body. I’m able to stand up so I know it’s not a break. The Four-Wheeler is still on its side. I muster every bit of strength left in my arms and push it over. This puts a lot of pressure on my hip, but I keep pushing. Soon I feel the ATV start to roll to all fours. I sit down on the seat and find where the pain was centered. I just lightly touched my hip and the pain made me stop. I looked at my hip and saw that it was already bruising. The bruise itself was about the size of a mouse pad.
I knew I had to get back home. The pain was horrible, but it was bearable at the same time. I swung my good leg over the seat and sat down to start the Four-wheeler that just tried to kill me. The Engine wouldn’t start so I let the gas settle for a second. The next time I tried it, the four-wheeler roared to life and I put it into gear.
My hip was starting to restrict my leg movement; just walking up four steps was painful, but I pushed through the pain because I needed to call my mom and dad. I opened the door and the warm air hit me in the face and made my pain subside for the moment, but it came back with a vengeance. I quickly found the phone and dialed my dads cell phone number, but as I was about to hit ‘call’ I stopped. Something didn’t want me to tell them what happened; but I knew something was wrong, very wrong with my hip. ‘No, they’ll just overreact’ there’s that voice again, “how do you know?” I say to it. I realize this is stupid and I tried to block it out, but right when I thought it was gone, it said something disturbing and eerie. The voice sounded a lot like my own but it was kind of a sad tone, mixed with a cry, ‘Noooo… not now, don’t leave me.’ And then I heard the voice itself, ‘just wait’ I responded like the stubborn jackass I was, “wait for what?” it didn’t respond. Just the light humm of the pellet stove in the corner of the living room filled my ears.
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Four Days later. Friday 3:38

I never told my mom or dad that I was in that accident (even to this day :3) I figured I’d just play through the pain, take some pain medicine and stuff like that. So far that has been working only slightly. The pain grows worse every day but today it began to feel dull and a hell of a lot more bearable. Me and Tyson’s relationship has been VERY strong and very hidden. However, the hiding part is just so difficult. I love him and he loves me. We want the world to know so that we can come out of hiding but we know that will most likely mess things up. But tonight is going to be great. I’m going over to his house tonight and get even closer. I just hope that the snow doesn’t fuck everything up. I’m sitting in the Rock room and I’m just tuning my guitar down to a dropped C tuning. My guitar is a Lyon with double humbuckers and a very unique setting. I can use the tone switch to incorporate both humbuckers and at a twist of a knob I can get the sound of a single coil pick up but get sound from both humbuckers. “Well it’s almost four forty-five, sheep.” “oh ya ennet.” He looks at me and asks, “What are you doing for the week end?” I smile and say, “I’m going over to ty’s tonight.” He smiles and says, “When did you finally grow balls?” “The day I turned five” (I’m not joking either 0.0) Sean laughed and then the bell rang and I went to put my guitar away. I zipped up my carrying case and was about to open the door leading to the main class room when I heard that annoying voice, ‘He’s going to die’ This disturbed me. But who was going to die, and when?


I'm thinking about putting a yiff scene in the next one. anyone concere? if so please comment.