Author: Rinna PM
Taylor is a perfect student with a perfect life; star athlete, model student, good looks, beautiful girlfriend... but apearances can be decieving, as Jackson finds out after Taylor decides to run in front of his car one night. slash, m/m COMPLETERated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Chapters: 42 - Words: 110,265 - Reviews: 434 - Favs: 121 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 03-10-06 - Published: 09-28-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2016685
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A/N: I literally started this story yesterday. There are a few other major stories that I have written or mostly written, and at least one that I intended to start posting before this, but One: my friend who's editing it hasn't gotten it back to me, and two: I realized after a page or so that I was writing this story specifically for FP. So the chapters will probably be much shorter than just about any other story I will end up posting.
Chapter 1: I Never Even Saw Him
Chapter 1: I Never Even Saw Him
No. No. This can't be happening. No, no, fuck, NO!
I immediately stop my car and jump out, running to the fallen body in the road. I have no fucking clue who he is, where he came from. He just fucking appeared, out of nowhere, right in front of me. I hit the breaks, I swerved, I tried, I didn't mean to hit him, this can NOT be happening!
"Are you okay?!" I cry out, falling to my knees next to him, desperately hoping he'll answer. I'm practically in tears. How could this have happened? How could this be happening? "Hello?" I say frantically, grabbing his shoulder, barely stopping myself from shaking him. He doesn't answer. Fuck. Surely, he's just unconscious. He's got to be.
It's dark out. The road I'm on isn't totally deserted, but it's not often used and not very well lit, and I can hardly see. So I can't tell the extent of his injuries, but I feel blood on my hand as I draw it away from his shoulder. And fuck, I realize suddenly that he can't be much older than me. I wonder if he's a student at my high school? Oh god. What if I know him? I don't want to know. I don't.
"Nononononono…" I hear, and I realize suddenly that it's my own voice. I've unconsciously started rocking back and forth, arms crossed over my chest. Please God, whatever divine forces exist in the universe. Don't let him be dead. Please don't let me have-
I suddenly remember my cell phone in my pocket, and I feel like such an idiot for not thinking of it earlier. What if he dies because I didn't remember I had a fucking cell phone? I'm practically sobbing into the phone as I call an ambulance, but I manage to explain what happened.
I hear the sirens minutes later, but it feels like it's been hours. At some point, I actually had the presence of mind to check his pulse and determine no, thank god, thank anything, he is not dead. Yet. But god, they took so long, and what if he dies before they can do anything? Some part of my mind knows I'm freaking out and being irrational, but it's just not strong enough to be acknowledged at the moment.
However, the paramedics do get there, and they push me out of the way, doing what they can for him before getting him on a stretcher and into the ambulance.
The police have arrived too, and they're all over me, asking what happened, and I'm still and tears. Over and over again, I repeat the phrase, "He came out of nowhere; I never saw him. I never saw him."