I do not know any of the so called "boy band" members and have no idea what they are really like as people, so this story obviously has no basis in reality...
The Light
Part 1
I always knew somehow that my curiosity would bite me in the ass like my grampa always told me. What I wasn't prepared for was that the bite would be painful for reasons different than I would have thought.
I remember Mark crashing his ten-speed into my own precious bike that one fateful day. By the time we both found out we were alive, my own "pride and joy" was as dead as a dodo (go look that one up...) and I was hurting. There was something wet and warm that kept running into my eyes. Took me a few minutes to realize it was my own blood. I had a pretty nasty gash on my forehead. Mark was faring a lot better. He was hovering around me now like he had committed a crime or something.
"You okay?"
"Do I look okay?" I was still in enough shock to grin back at his frown.
"Seriously dude... c'mon, you're bleeding from your head..."
"Oh..Is that what it is?"
"You're not funny!"
"Kinda feel a little woozy, but other than that I'm hunky dory!" I mumbled as I tried to get my legs to work again. I looked in sorrow at my green "UFO" now all mangled and useless on the dirt. I didn't even want to look at the dent on the trailer where I had crashed into. I was already rehearsing the scene with my dad....
You want a car and you can even keep a three thousand-dollar mountain bike alive?
Oh well...at least I won't surprise him with my new and improved behaviour....
"Come on, we really gotta go to the hospital or something and get them to stitch you up. You're still bleeding. And you know that if they find out we came this way... "
That must have been Mark's big mouth working overtime again...He never shut up....Always talking....OH! WOW! Feel really funny now...
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"Stay still." A soft voice. To that voice I can do nothing but obey right now.
"Oh man he's dying or something!!" What a relief to hear Mark's annoying, scared voice. Mark is here. He's my best friend. Everything is ok.
"Shut up! He's not dying! Go up front or something.." The softness in that voice was gone but it was still the same first voice. Yet the hardness in it confused me.
"Fuck you! I don't give a shit WHO you are! He's my friend! I'm with him until we get to the fucking hospital!"
You'll probably laugh when I tell you what was going through my mind at that precise moment. I was out of it. Like in a coma or something, but what was funny about it was that I was aware, in a dazed way, of everything. My major concern at that point in time was: how come I can hear them but I can't see anything? Am I blind?
That was my whole thought at the time. I had always been terrified of being blinded. So I fought that semi state of unconsciousness. Anything but being blind. Anything but...
I forced my lids to open...
Oh...
I saw LIGHT....
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