The Bond

Chapter 1

Pals

Taking a sip from my hot chocolate filled cup, I stared outside of the front window of the local hot-spot cafe. Outside the snow kept falling from the sky in a blizzard, covering the road with its cold white substances. Bored, I gazed around rest of the cafe to see if my friends have arrived and, of course, they hadn't yet arrived. Sighing deeply, I took another sip from the cup while at the same time checking over my smartphone.

There was a message from Mike:

on way with alex just wait

Letting myself have a grin, I answered them that I was sitting on our regular table and that would need to hurry up as my chocolate was getting cold along with my mood.

Looking again around the cafe, I noticed that there were only two people in here: me and the owner. I decided to order three hot chocolate to me and my friends, as they would need something to warm themselves with. While waiting for the order to be filled, I asked that was the wifi still on, so that I could go online. The owner said that the web has been down the whole day because of the weather. I frowned, but accepted the fact and paid for the chocolates. Sitting on the table, I thought about the past year and how it had turned up as I was on the second year of my sixth form. In the end, there were only two things that had made up the year:

Studying and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

It has been about six months since I started to watch the cartoon that was intended for pre-school girls.

It has been four months since I was into the show.

It has been two months, that I started to call myself "brony".

At first, I was ashamed of myself for even thinking about the show. But soon I grew to an understanding, that it was the show that kept me running during these dark months of depression when we would have only three hours of light per day. Besides it's not like I care even if Fox News claimed that it wasn’t normal to be a brony. To me, it felt awfully comforting.

The cafe door opened.

I didn't even need to look who was there. Soon my best friends Mike and Alex joined me on the table, happily accepting the chocolates that I had ordered for them.

I gazed upon my lifelong friends. We had experienced so much in these eight years, from the long days of the summer vacation to the snowy winter holidays when we would compare our gifts that Santa had left us. I grinned to my thinking, just when had I become emotional? Perhaps after I started to watch the...

I didn't get to finish thinking as leered at Mike, who started to talk about the party we planned to go

Mike stood up the most from our little gang. He wore an beat up leather jacket of his fathers with blue jeans that were also not in good condition. He also wore a woolen cap and you could see his trademark headphones sticking out from the sides. I swore that he wore them everywhere, even in bed and through the night. Also he is the only person that knew that I'm a brony and I was also surprised to find out that he also had watched the first couple of episodes from season one, but had quit after that. In person, he was the most social one of us with a zone of friends like no other, even though being overweight and shorter than most people. That's what I liked in him the most; he didn't care if someone laughed behind his back and instead he looked only into the future, not thinking about the past that much.

Alex also got into the discussion, talking about his studies and how he was unsure he could get some free time to come with us.

Alex was the thinnest and the most elegant of us, always wearing his trademark felt hat, you know, like the one Notch has. As an under shirt he wore a grey blazer with jeans that looked like top notch quality. As you might have guessed, Alex was the "charm" of the group with his always model like clothes. That seemed odd as he spent most of his time studying, playing Skyrim or planning our next tabletop rpg game session. You could say he was the "healer" of our group, keeping us together through hard times and making the best cupcakes to mend the wounds.

I was surprised to find that my pals were looking at me with worried expressions

"You okay dude? You haven't said a thing since we arrived." Mike said while leaning over the table.

"I'm okay, I was just thinking of the today’s party." I hastily answered and it seemed to be good enough, as Mike leaned back and relaxed, while taking a sip from the chocolate. But it seemed that Alex wasn't satisfied enough.

"You know that you think too much don't you?"

I sighed, as I yet again found myself confronted about my personality.

"How about you tell me what I look like to you and what I should change?" I replied to Alex without looking at him, while adjusting my glasses.

With a little chuckle, Alex leaned back and started talking.

"Well let’s see... You're a seventeen years old student that likes video games, is overweight, reads a lot, wears always the same black sweater and black jean.."

”I change them twice a week"

Alex gave me a stare before continuing "As I was saying, who always wears the same clothes, spends most of his time in internet and doing god knows what else."

A second ticked by as I leered up at him, digressing his little speech while both him and Mike were laughing at my express like on many occasions. In the end, I sighed and reached out to my pocket and took out my phone.

And as it fired up, I instantly swore as I saw that the clock was already over four.

Oh crap!

Not good...

"Look, I need to go to my apartment to change my clothes. So we're going to meet at the party?" I asked from my friends, who also stood up and started to put their jackets on. I stated to them, that it wasn't necessary for them to come with me, but they insisted and Mike said

”I don't need to change my clothes and so doesn't Alex. It's not like we haven't better things to do than wait for the night." Alex nodded in agreement and I didn't mind having a company. In a minute we were off to my apartment in a hour walk away from the cafe.

We walked down the street, chatting about all kinds of stuff from girls to simple, petty arguments about what was the best race in Skyrim, something I had started to digress as soon as I had finished up the game with my Argonian magician but it was still funny to listen... at least in short sessions.

I chuckled. Even though we were close to each other, we knew that one day this all would stop and we would grow up from his friendship even if it was this magical.

The three of us knew it, but we didn't bring up at any point, hoping that it would never happen.

I wish we wouldn't never separate, no matter what happens

By the time we got to the old part of the town, where the new road turned into a cobblestone one, the snow storm suddenly increased in ferocity as the tiny ice particles scratched up my bare skin, no matter how I tried to cover it up.

Strange...

The forecast had promised good weather by the evening.

Besides me, I heard a faint sneeze “Jesus, it’s blowing hard, haha; get it?”

Alex grunted at Mike’s poop joke and instead grabbed his hat so it wouldn’t fly away while also flipping the neck piece over his mouth. In the midst, he tried to give a look of concern, but it went partially unnoted as the snow now blurred my eyesight as my glasses got wet.

Then, I heard a voice.

I froze in the steps, along with Alex and Mike who perhaps had also heard the odd voice somewhere near us, but as we turned around, the snow had us completely cut out of from rest of the world.

The voice rang out once again, only now a lot more clear and a bit like a motor-

My eyes shut open as I now saw a pair of lights shine through the storm.

Pointed directly at us...

"GET OUT OF TH..."

The van hit us with its full force, making us fly to the sides of the road.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, I was immediately struck with intense pain like none other I had ever experienced in my life, not even when my arm was broken.

I tried to breath but it was in vain, as I felt a jolt pass through me, leaving me completely paralyzed, unable to move even an inch not to mention even trying to get up

My eyesight was getting blurry as I had lost my glasses in the flow. To my fear, the corners of my eye started to get darker.

Then, to my surprise, I grinned.

So this was it...

I would die on this road as an seventeen years old whit my friends somewhere near me in same or worse condition.

I couldn't bring myself to crying like you would believe one would do in this situation.

I......just accepted the fact that I was going to die.

I had never in my life believed in an upper being following our lives, so I didn't believe in heaven either hell.

Now, I don't what to believe in...

My eyesight was nearly gone and I was losing badly against the pawns closing up on me.

In the end I just gave up, coming to the conclusion that fighting back was useless, and let myself have the sleep my body so demanded. Then again, I knew I would never wake up again.

Last breath left me...

The eyelids fell down...

Dark...