-Chapter 15

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I understand immediately. Anthony’s lost everyone that’s important to him, except Ian and me.

What if he lost me too? He wouldn’t be able to live. Outliving your best friend must be painful, I Imagine.

“How bad is my injury Anthony?” I ask. I’m scared at what his answer might be.

“See for yourself.” He says.

I sit up. “Thank god.” I say in relief. I’m only paralyzed from the waist down. I move my arms. They still work fine. I accidently touch my chest, which really hurts. I’m curious to know how big the scar is, so I take a peek at it.

It’s really ugly.

Anthony catches me looking down my shirt. “They didn’t give you breast implants or anything.”

“Wow.” I say. “That wasn’t even funny.”

“I’m doing my best to lighten the mood. Sorry.”

“When do you think that I’ll be able to go home Anthony?”  I ask.

“Soon Ian.” He says, stretching. “Just try and get some sleep.”

I close my eyes. The vision of me being shot plays over and over in my head.

I wish Anthony would come and save me from this horrible nightmare.  Maybe even take a bullet for me.

Every time it replays, I get a better look of the man who shot me.

It scares me to even think about it. There’s something about the man that I can’t shake off.

He looks so familiar, there’s no doubt I’ve seen him around before.

I try to wake up, but for some reason I can’t. Then it hits me. Is my brain trying to tell me something?

Maybe I know this man.

I try hard to think of where I’ve seen his face before.

Then all these memories flood back.

I remember him being around me when I was young.

I know this man quite well.

He’s my father.

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