A/N: On the side bar is Giovanni Bonamy, as Noah Gerald Sky.

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Chapter 28

Noah Gerald Sky

Falling Down

I'm kind of glad Mike put another foot so my lie would be supported. I can't believe I said that. I wasn't thinking right. Panic took over me. It made me numb and confused and my mind was completely blank. It wasn't working right. It malfunctioned. Lying was my best defense, wasn't it?

Lying was my best defense. I took the barrier to protect Gloss and put it around me, and Gloss was the one who took the most impact.

When Gloss ran off, it made my heart clench, pain was surrounding me - it still is, but my feet were stuck on the ground, and it never moved, until someone pushed me softly and I nearly stumbled. It was Karl.

The cafeteria was in a silence, and nobody dared to speak. Nerie and Chelsie just turned on their heels and walked away like nothing has happened. The jocks, together with me, went to the rooftop of the new building, and we talked, let their voices speak.

Mike and John argued, and then the other jocks started to join them. They were arguing about the dare. John said Mike should have kept his mouth shut, that it just made the situation worst. But it wasn't true. I made the situation worst. It was only a smoke, then it puffed, turned into a fire. Then out of nowhere, I just cried, because the pain was overwhelming. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest mercilessly. The jocks stopped arguing, and they all comforted me with all their bests they could. They weren't good at it, but I was thankful. But it didn't help to lessen the pain. They were telling me soothing words, about everything's going to be okay.

Kaila, Beau, Ashton, and Derek followed Gloss, but I was sure they didn't follow Gloss' trace, because they went back inside the school and were talking furiously. And by furiously, their hands were flying. Beau saw me, and shot me a deathly and full of hate glare.

I began to tell the jocks about Gloss and I. They were listening intently, and some of them were in total shock, while some were - John, Collins, and Kevin - just pretty calmed. They couldn't believe what I was saying, judging from their expressions. I spilled my secrets - all of them, about Gloss and I dating, how we started, how it went, and how things were going so far. It's been good. Until now.

Gloss isn't home yet, and every tick of the clock matches the thud of my heart. And every beat was soundless, like it isn't working. Genny keeps pacing back and forth, her hand underneath her chin. She's worrying real bad about Gloss. The weather is bad, and it's raining cats and dogs. Heavy. And it's completely dark outside.

A maid comes in, addresses us, and tells us that someone wants to talks to us. Dad tells to open up the gates, and the maid nods and scurries outside, with umbrella in her right hand. The bell rings and we immediately go over the door, to open, and it reveals two cops in a coat.

"Is this the house of Mr. and Mrs. Schlund?" The officer asks. We nod. Dad ignores the surname part. "I'm Officer Davis, and this is Officer Luis. Your son, I assume, Gloss Kaiser Schlund got in a car accident."

My world stops as the words bury in my head, piercing it. It's my fault Gloss got in a car accident. There's a lump forming deep in my throat, and the tears made of pain threatening to come out of my eyes. Genny starts to sob, and Dad comforts her, running his hand on Genny's back.

"It seemed like he was driving really fast. It looked like he nearly bumped with the other car, and so he turned the wheel furiously and it caused his car to spin and crash." Officer Luis states. "He's currently in a hospital. If you want, we can bring you there."

Richard nods at them, and the officers tell us to follow them and we all scurry to our cars and follow the officers' police car.

We reach the hospital, and we just run. The officers run ahead of us, following our pace, and lead the way. Seventh floor. Room 706. We get inside, and my heart explodes.

Lying on the bed, is Gloss.

His eyes are shut softly, a bandage around his head. He's wearing a blue hospital gown, and his skin color is really pale and looking bloodless. An IV is connected in his forearm, and the sound of the monitor beeping, indicating that Gloss' heart is still beating and working, is ringing in my ears. Genny runs beside Gloss and buries her face on Gloss' chest, crying heavily. Dad looks at them with a pain expression. Dad has really gotten close with Gloss, and it must be hurting him to see Gloss in this condition.

The tears spill down my cheek and murmur to myself that it's all my fault. Dad and Genny look at me, confusion drawn on their faces. Genny walks over me and demands me to tell everything. I tell her. From start to now. Dad's mouth hangs open in shock, and is looking at me with a disappointed look. Not sure if it's because I'm dating Gloss, or it's because I did a mistake about denying Gloss in front of the people. Genny's hand fly, slapping me hard, but then she hugs me and we both cry. I keep saying I'm sorry. Sorry to Gloss. Sorry to Genny. Sorry to Dad. Sorry to Gloss. To everyone. Genny says she's sorry about hitting me, that she doesn't blame me for this accident. She slaps me because if I really love Gloss, why would I deny him? What made me think to deny him? Fear? Yes. No. It's not fear. It's not fear that made me do it. Thinking everything would be ruined if I come out made me do it.

We stay at the hospital. Dad starts to tell Genny she should go home and have a rest, but she keeps shaking her head. I tell her that I'll look out on Gloss. She looks at me, and nods hesitantly. Dad leads Genny outside, and as the door shuts, I run to Gloss' side, take his hand, and plant a kiss on the back of his hand.

"Gloss, please wake up." I say, pleading and crying. "I'm really sorry. Please, wake up. Gloss. I regret what I said. Please wake up." I keep saying wake up to him, because I know he can hear me. Hours have passed, and still no signs of Gloss waking up. I can't lose hope. Genny, together with Dad, come back. She's now wearing different clothes. Dad, too. Genny asks me if something happened. I shake my head. They really care for Gloss.

Someone knocks, and I tell whoever he or she is, to come in. A woman comes inside. Doctor. Her curly dark hair is on a loose, spilling down her shoulders, a stethoscope draped around her neck. Typical doctor. White coat. Board. Stethoscope.

"Hi, I'm Alison Hamming, the patient's doctor. I'm here for check-ups." She says softly. I nod at her, and she walks over Gloss, fixes the IV, writes something on her board, and observes Gloss. "He's in a coma. We don't know when he's going to wake."

"Doc, he's all fine, right? We just have to wait, right?" Genny says through sobs, her voice wobbling, slightly breaking.

"When is he going to wake up?" Dad asks.

"Like I said earlier, we don't know when he's going to wake up. It could take a day, weeks, years. Nobody can tell. But we can't eliminiate the possibility of not waking up." The doctor says as she looks at us hopelessly.

"What do you mean not waking up?" Genny asks. "What do you mean by that?"

"Sometimes, when a patient is in a coma, there's a slight chance that he's or she's not going to wake up. He or she is alive, but basically dead." The doctor states. Genny cries again. "But we can help him."

"How, doc?" I ask hopefully. Genny and Richard nod at her to continue.

"Talk to him. He can hear you guys. If possible, don't tell him the worst things, or the bad memories. Just the happy and worthy ones. That way, he'll recover fast."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Hamming," addresses Dad as he shakes the doctor's hand. "We're very thankful that you're doing your best."

"I only do my job, sir."

"Well, that's a big, great thumb's up for you."

Dr. Hamming just smiles at us, tells us that she has something to do, turns on her heels, and walks away, her dark hair jumping as she walks like a model.

We begin to tell Gloss about the memories we've made. It pains me to admit that we only had a little time to be happy, to be friendly, to be lovers. It hurts me to see him like this. Not moving. Eyes shut. Breathing. Barely. Pale. Lifeless.

Please wake up, Gloss. I'm begging you. I pray.

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Word count: 1,546.

D&T: December 13, 2014, 11:14PM.

'Tell me, where did I go wrong?

What did I do to make you change your mind completely?

When I thought this love would never end.'

*cries*

*cries more*

*still cries*

I'm sorry.