James wakes up and opens his eyes and begins to look around and begins to wonder where is he, then he see's his mother crying and running up to him and crying saying I'm so glad you're okay.
Opening his eyes a bright light blinds him before his eyes adjust to the light; he stares up at the metal ceiling before he begins pondering where he is; accompanied with a feminine voice shouting his name out before wrapped their arms around him.
The loud sobs of the women rings through out of his ears, letting the women sob in his shoulder he wonders who she is.
The women begins to say in-between sobs "I'm so glad your okay, the doctor said you might be in a coma for the rest of your life."
Minuets pass as the women continues sobbing on his shoulder before he finally remembers who this women that she is his mother.
"Mom, what are you talking about?" James says in a confused tone.
James's mother covers her mouth; she quickly begins sobbing harder then ever as James's farther pulls his wife into a hug and then says "You we're in a school bombing incident." with a look of sorrow on his face.
The memories come flashing back to him as tears begins flowing down his face as everything that happened comes back to him; with this his crying quickly becomes sobbing.
[5 minutes ]
A man in white scrubs walk into the room announcing his presence by clearing his throat, the room quickly goes silent in anticipation.
The doctor clears his throat once again before saying "I have some good news, for you all." serious tone
They wait for the doctor to say what the good news is, the doctor feel the uncomfortable stares on him he clears his throat once again before saying
"The good news is that your son pretty fine for the situation he was put, he only has a few cracked ribs and only a few first degree burns."
Hearing this his parents let out a sigh of relief that their son is fine and doesn't have any chronic or acute injuries, that would put a physical burden on him, but they both know that this gonna put a massive mental burden on him.
Both of James's parents look over to him to see that he has a grievous look on his face, they both look at each nodding in agreement.
They stay a little longer before leaving their son; James lays on the hospital bed waving his parents goodbye, once the door closes his quickly begins sobbing and blaming himself for Katie's death.
[2 Months later]
James looks around the the dark empty void around him as the sentence "Where am I." unconsciously leaves his lips.
The words "Its all your fault." rings throughout being as the word begin to repeat on cycle causing him to fall to his knees scream pleading for forgiveness but the word just keep repeating.
The words stop repeating as he looks up to see a disfigured and bloody Katie walking closer to him as he yells out to her to forgive him, but the disfigured Katie doesn't respond to anything he says but it just creeps closer and closer with every passing second.
The disfigured entity stands infront of James before transforming into Katie that's not disfigured and broken they sit on there knees with their arms wrapped their head as the words "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!" in a panic tone with the words constantly repeating.
James look at Katie in fear as you go to wrap his arms around her as he hears in a distorted voice of Katie "It's all your fault, you didn't protect me, you shouldn't of died not me."
James eyes widen as he begins to cry with the words "I should of died not Katie." repeatedly, not stopping even to breath.
A knife appears in his right hand as he stares at it for a good minute before pulling back and plugging the knife into his throat.
He shoots up in a cold sweat with his heart pounding out of his chest, as he looks around to see his room and not the dark empty void he was in before, he gets out of bed shaking as he heads to the bathroom to get his pills
Pouring pills into his hand as gulps down a cup of water to get down the pills, closing the mirror cabinet he sees the disfigured Katie in the mirror before falling onto his ass shaking in fear.
"Please I'm sorry I never wanted you to
die.".He says pleadingly while tears from in his eyes, he cover your face with his elbow only to look back at the mirror and see only himself in the reflection, calming down he heads back into his bedroom and falls asleep.
"The next day"
James opens his eyes to see his mother and farther beside his bed, be looks at them from the bed in confusion, a intoxicating thick silence fills the room like smoke. The silence last for almost a minute before being cut by James's mother saying with a kind yet soft voice.
"Honey I know you said you said didn't want to go to school but I found a school that you could go to it has a nice reputation." She says with a obviously forces smile on her face
James looks up at his mother blinking a few times to clear the crust in his eyes before looking at his mother before saying in his low gloomy voice "I not ever going back to school, no matter what you do." before just laying his head back down closing his fatigues eyes and returning to the inky black darkness, he knows oh so well.
James's mother face turns into a deeper sadness as she says with her trembling voice holding back tears. "Honey please your only hurting yourself by doing this."
James doesn't respond, continuing to lay on the bed like a dead corpse. James's mother goes to say something else but she stops herself. She clears her voice before saying "Honey, please this school has a amazing reputation, it's perfect for you." She says trembling along side her shaking voice.
James's farther looks toward his wife with a look of sorrow before bringing his almost sobbing wife into a deep hug before they leave their son's room
Hearing the door shut with a click he sits up, feeling a little guilty as he decides to back to sleep but invasive thought begin popping into his head such as. "It's all your fault." These thoughts conjoin into one overwhelmingly loud voice, he tries to block the voice out, only to fail and for the voice to get even louder then it already was.
The voice becomes to much for him to handle as tears begin flowing from his sockets as he begins to softly cry to himself to sleep.