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His feet hurt. His vision was blurred with tears, yet he kept running. As fast as his legs could carry him. Coming to an abrupt stop, he ran into the hospital in a panicked hurry.
“Ben. Ben Park, is he here?” Alex's eyes barely focused on the nurse at the reception. His heart pounded in his chest as the nurse felt his stomach sink when he heard the same answer he had gotten from the previous hospitals. Cursing under his breath, he ran off again.
How long had he been doing this? An hour? Maybe two? He wasn't sure. He didn't care. He needed to find Ben.
He ran for miles, yet his legs never gave out. The further he ran, the more horrified he felt, especially when he noticed that the city slowly disappeared as he went further. The building simply came to an abrupt stop. But he didn't have time to think as he continued to run, yelling out his best friend's name.
Alex heard the sound of water squelching under his feet. Looking down briefly, he noticed blood. So much blood. He panted heavily as he looked around for the source of the blood. Breathing heavily, he walked forward, slowly looking around. ‘Just where was he?'
Chills ran up his spine the longer he stayed, but he couldn't find it in himself to leave.
“ALEX!” Ben's voice made him snap his head, though before he could react, he saw wooden beams falling in his direction. He froze up, feeling like his legs were glued to the ground. Alex closed his eyes, but the impact never came.
“Gogo… Are you okay? My arm feels…” Alex's eyes snapped open, looking at Ben, who stood before him. Except Ben looked horrifying. Blood had stained his clothes, and his eyes were black and empty. Alex trembled, stepping back. Ben reached for him, making his hair stand on end. His breath hitched in his throat.
Alex gasped as he sat up in bed, panting heavily. His hands trembled as sweat dripped down his face, blinking a few times as he tried to make out his surroundings. Slowly trying to ground himself. He wasn't in his room; he had gone to Bens for a sleepover. He looked over to where Ben slept; the teen was still there and still sound asleep.
He reached out to make sure Ben was fine. He was. Not a sign of injury, he seemed peaceful as well; he was also drooling, but Alex ignored that. Stepping out of bed, he went to the kitchen to collect his thoughts. The memories from that day and the wounds that it left. The stain on his memory that he couldn't wash away.