If I Was The One

Micah: I know! I know I’m sorta rushing it, all over, but I just can’t… I’m not good at character development basically, I guess. Thanks for reviewing!

Flower: Speaking for myself, I was home schooled. Was high school really like this? Eeeek!

Cu-kid: I’m flattered, on all counts!

Hey, did anyone think Devin was dead because of the chapter title? SUCKER!!!!!!! - I love being horrible...


Devin was in pain. It was like his whole body was a mass of bright pain. He tried to breath and almost blacked out from it. Dimly he felt himself being lifted and a face over him was saying something. He was being moved… he was on a stretcher. He tried to move his head but there was something around his neck.

“Dad… Dad” he tried feebly.

“Who’s his father… oh that guy… how come he’s not over here already… Sir, your son…”

His father’s face wavered over him. “Devin, what?” he asked impatiently.

“Dad… did I –” he tried to take another breath. “fail?”

“Well, Devin, Jimmy’s on that stretcher over there so yes, you did” Devin closed his eyes to hold the tears in.

“Dammit Devin, the smallest thing, all you had to do – hey get your hand off me, who’s your supervisor?!”

A kind face was leaning over him, going blurry and scrambled. He fought to keep his eyes open, he needed – his father – failed –

“It’s alright, son, it’s alright, just let go, the pain will be less when you wake up…” he sank into unconsciousness.

(This was really short… but maybe I’m going to hold off for maybe a day… reviews will buy a swift next chapter…)