I clenched my teeth, my jaw tight. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but with every ounce of strength I held them in.
What did I do? Why would Ian just strand himself? Why did he leave without telling me? Why is Ian so....depressed?
Is it me? Is it something I did? Something I said? Something I didn't do?
"He'll be fine." Zayn says, eyes out on the dark road. I looked at him, surprised. My brother, my twin, might have died of the cold, and that's all he has to say? I scrunch my eyebrows, looking away.
I looked at Ian, curled up in a blanket, head resting on Niall's lap. His face was pale, his mouth hanging open slightly. I swallow, my eyes blurry.
"Don't worry Liam. Ian is strong. He'll get up soon, telling us it was nothing. He'll be fine." Niall says, quietly so Zayn won't hear. I gave a grateful smile, my stomach still turning.
Zayn shifted, face straight. Why wasn't he worried? I mean, I know he and Ian aren't exactly friends, but shouldn't he still care?
The road kept on going forever. Closer every second we get to Jarr. The killer, the reason Ian's and I lives are ruined.
Would Ian be awake when we fought. Is he already dead? No, he has a pulse. Would Ian be there to protect me when I needed him most?
This time, I couldn't stop it. Tears bubbled out, and I'm sure both of them noticed, but no one said anything.
I held in sobs, thinking of Ian's cold body in the forest. Without Ian, I was nothing.
Did he think I didn't love him? I didn't trust him? He was my rock, the one I depended on. I loved him more then our parents, more then life. I trusted him more then anyone or anything.
Did I fail? Did I fail as a brother? Was this his way of trying to kill himself? Did he want to die.
I accidentally let out a sob, imagining Ian's dead body in a casket. Niall reached his hand to console me, but I shoved it away, staring out the dark window.
Now, all I have to do is wait till Ian wakes up. If he wakes up.