When I'm gone just carry on, chapter 2
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"What the fuck do you mean with that!? Are you freaking nuts?! I can't be in a wheelchair that's.. that's just impossible!" Tré yelled at the doctor. He couldn't beleve what he just heard. That he's going to sitt in a wheechair for the rest of his life. That meant he couldn't do anything! Not being with his son to teach him to play football or go down to the see and swim with him. Not even in the pool! And the band, what about that? He was a drummer for gods sake he needed his legs!
The doctor just looked at him..
"I'm sory Mr. Cool there's nothing more we can do..." He simply said and then just left the room. What the?
"Why don't you just fucking kill me now huh!?" he screamd after him. He didn't want to live anymore. His life had no meaning anymore without the band... what could he do? Just laying around in the bed and get fat again? Never... He just wanted to die, right there, right now.. He looked at Kelly again, her face was all coverd in tears and so was his.
Kelly's P.O.V
She just looked at him. That poor man.. My poor Frank... just watching her husband lying ther so helpless made her feel bad about herself. Why did they have to fight that night? If they hadn't, would this ever happened?
"This is all my fault..." she said quiet and looked away from him, she couldn't whach him.
"No Kelly, don't say that. It's my fault I souldn't have brought that old shit up again." He cried and she felt his arms around her. She cried against his shoulder for a long time and he cried in her arms. Suddenly she herd a voice that she recognized as Zack's. She looked behind her and saw him standing there with his grandparents and just look at them with his blue wide opened. Yes. Looking as shy as he always did on everyone, he was alwas shy around strangers.
"What are you doing here?" she said looking at them.
"I wanted to se my little boy." Tré's mother cryed and ran over to him. She turned her face away when they started crying as well. She looked at Zack who now was standing next to her with his cute, innocent face. He climbed up in her lap and looked at his crying dad and pointed at him. Looking confuced back at her.
"He's gonna be fine Zack, don't worry..." she gave him a hug but she knew that it wouldn't be better. How do you tell a child that is only two years old that his dad is going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?
Tré's P.O.V
At last he had fall asleep with Zack by his side. He had been crying for the hole day and now even in his sleep. He woke up in the morning the next day. He was still tired but also starved. He looked around, it took some time for him to remember where he was.
The doctor just looked at him..
"I'm sory Mr. Cool there's nothing more we can do..." He simply said and then just left the room. What the?
"Why don't you just fucking kill me now huh!?" he screamd after him. He didn't want to live anymore. His life had no meaning anymore without the band... what could he do? Just laying around in the bed and get fat again? Never... He just wanted to die, right there, right now.. He looked at Kelly again, her face was all coverd in tears and so was his.
Kelly's P.O.V
She just looked at him. That poor man.. My poor Frank... just watching her husband lying ther so helpless made her feel bad about herself. Why did they have to fight that night? If they hadn't, would this ever happened?
"This is all my fault..." she said quiet and looked away from him, she couldn't whach him.
"No Kelly, don't say that. It's my fault I souldn't have brought that old shit up again." He cried and she felt his arms around her. She cried against his shoulder for a long time and he cried in her arms. Suddenly she herd a voice that she recognized as Zack's. She looked behind her and saw him standing there with his grandparents and just look at them with his blue wide opened. Yes. Looking as shy as he always did on everyone, he was alwas shy around strangers.
"What are you doing here?" she said looking at them.
"I wanted to se my little boy." Tré's mother cryed and ran over to him. She turned her face away when they started crying as well. She looked at Zack who now was standing next to her with his cute, innocent face. He climbed up in her lap and looked at his crying dad and pointed at him. Looking confuced back at her.
"He's gonna be fine Zack, don't worry..." she gave him a hug but she knew that it wouldn't be better. How do you tell a child that is only two years old that his dad is going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?
Tré's P.O.V
At last he had fall asleep with Zack by his side. He had been crying for the hole day and now even in his sleep. He woke up in the morning the next day. He was still tired but also starved. He looked around, it took some time for him to remember where he was.
