A/N this one is quite short, so I gave you guys two chapters. I wanted this to be separate because it didn't feel right toggether, any who, enjoy! and review!! -Naima Its a corner that you turn Its a lesson that you learn in time Its a worry that you feel Another scar that you conceal From sight Have I been away too long for me to say? Have I been away too long for things to change? From a runaway train Caught beneath the wheels Of a runaway train Every moment of the day I feel it crumbling away if I I only have myself to blame For all the cracks within the frame that I find From a runaway train Caught beneath the wheels Of a runaway train I know how it feels To be a runaway train Its alright, its ok, its alright Justin’s POV Come on Brian, just pick up your fucking phone. I’m pulled over, god knows where, I’m starting to hyperventilate, I can’t fucking handle this. I passed my parents on their way home, and God I thought I saw Molly with them and I got so scared. And oh my god, fuck Brian just pick up your fucking phone, I can’t do this, I need, I need something. Please…. please…. Brian’s POV I fell back asleep, and now we’re late for our appointment, I’ll guess I’ll just text Justin. Shit, I must have forgot my phone at home, well he’s probably sleeping anyway. I’m really nervous for some reason. Justin’s fear of hospitals is rubbing off on me I guess. I just want them to hurry up and fix my knee, this surgery shit is tearing me up on the inside. I keep shoving the thought out of my mind, but really, I might not be able to run again. What the hell would I do then. My parents can still afford school without my scholarship, but what would I do? Business? That seems so boring and lame, I know I decided on that as my major, as a back up plan, but fuck, a guy from MLS already talked to me, I thought I was in after college. My breathing increases as this entire thing becomes very real to me, what am I now, damaged goods? Fuck. Song: Runaway Train by Oleander