Left Behind-Part 4-It's Alright

Kenny patted the boy's face. "No. No Ben you can't die! not now." Kenny began nudging the unresponsive youth. "Ben." The blood was draining from the pale boy's mouth. Ben's breathing was worse and nearly stopped. Kenny dragged the boy off the bed. Ben stopped breathing. Kenny began pushing on the rigid boy's chest. "Breathe damn it Ben." Kenny pushed on Ben's chest again. "Ben..." he continuously pushed on Ben's chest, "...please...don't die on me..." Kenny sadly spoke out loud to the boy, who couldn't even hear him. Ben began to cough terribly. "Ben! Are you with me?" Kenny shook the weak boy slightly. Ben opened his eyes. Bloodshot. "Ben... you're eyes are bloodshot. How do you feel?" Ben blankly stared at the man. "Ben. can you hear?" The boy stayed silent and stared at Kenny. "Ben?" Kenny continued to try and get Ben's attention. Kenny waved his hand in front of the boy's eyes. There was no reaction just a blank expression. Kenny stood up and paced the room with his hands on his head. "What do I do?" He stopped and looked down at Ben. Ben's face had regained color and he was crying. "Ben You're-" Kenny walked over and sat down in front of the boy. Ben stared at the floor with tears streaming down his face. "It ... it hurts." Ben looked up at Kenny. The man only looked at Ben's stomach. "You mean..." Kenny was wondering what was hurting Ben, even though he thought he already knew. "Y-Yeah...I was gone... just then, I wasn't here or...anywhere. It was just away. I was gone Kenny... and I know its going to happen again... and- and I-" Ben broke and began crying harder. He couldn't keep talking. Kenny place his hands on Ben's weak shoulders. "Everything will be ok Ben... Everything has to be ok." Kenny looked into the boy's eyes. "I'm so sorry!" Ben stared, hurt, at Kenny. "Ben What are you saying sorry for. You've already apologized for everything you did." Kenny questioned. Ben curled up into a ball and backed away from Kenny. "I'm saying sorry for what I might do later..." Ben said, shaking. Kenny shook his head, "Ben you're not going to...kill yourself are you?" Kenny was slightly angry. Ben cried harder and held himself tighter. "I'm just-  I'm scared a-and I ....I- just d-don't want to be a bother to you anymore. I- ....I don't want to be one of them." Ben shook his head then buried his face into his arms. "Ben... you don't bother me and you're not going to become a walker.... not anytime soon anyhow." Ben looked up slightly from his position. "R-really.... you used to wish I would die.... " Ben frowned and stared at Kenny. "Ben I- ... I'm sorry." Kenny finally managed to say sorry to Ben. Ben looked up at Kenny. "You don't have to be sorry. You had all the right to be mad at me. It's ok." Ben sat up onto his knees in front of Kenny. "Still... I shouldn't have wished for you're death. That was wrong. And I can be sorry about that." Kenny looked away from Ben. "Well...then if you feel like you have to be sorry then... I forgive you." Ben reached out and placed his hand on Kenny's shoulder. Kenny looked toward Ben. A closet door from behind Ben opened. "Ah fuck." Kenny growled. Ben was confused. "Wh-" The walker grabbed onto Ben. "Ah! K-K-" Ben struggled underneath the walker. Kenny looked around the room for something to use as a weapon. Kenny remembered seeing a butcher knife in the kitchen. Kenny ran out of the room. Ben laid there barely able to keep the walker off of him. "K-Kenny please do-" Ben suddenly stopped talking. Kenny ran into the kitchen and grabbed the knife. Kenny went back to the bedroom and pulled the walker off Ben. Kenny arched back and stabbed the walker in the head. The dead body dropped onto the floor next to Ben. Ben was laying on his stomach with his arms over his head. The boy was shaking. Kenny began to reach for the boy until he noticed it... there was blood covering Ben's neck. "No...please....no." Kenny whispered to himself. Ben was crying hard and shaking fearfully. "K-Ke-Ken-" Ben couldn't speak. "Oh God Ben." Kenny pulled Ben up into his arms. Kenny looked down at the blood soaked youth. "K-K-" Ben continued to try and speak but couldn't, he would only stutter. Blood dripped down Ben's mouth and onto the floor. "Ben...ever-....everything is going to be alright..." Ben stared up at Kenny in shock. Tears streamed down the boy's colorless face and trailed into the blood that streamed down his chin. "I can figure something out I can do something... I-" Kenny began to panic. Ben softly placed his bloody hand on the side of Kenny's face. The boy shook his head weakly. "I-I-...Its...o-...ok...." Ben stuttered. The youth's blood soaked hand slide off of Kenny's face, leaving a trail of blood on his face. "I promise Ben...I won't let you turn..." Kenny whispered to the, considered dead, boy. "Kenny..." Ben coughed, "I-I'll....b-be ....ok...." Ben nodded and smiled the best he could as tear streamed down his face. Ben breathed one last time. "I'm sorry! Ben god....I'm so sorry! Please.... I'm..." Kenny broke into tears. "....I'm so... so sorry...." The only weapon in the place was the butcher knife. Kenny hated the thought of having to do this but he couldn't let Ben turn. Kenny grabbed the knife out of the walker head and placed it to Ben's forehead. "I won't let you turn...You've been through enough...It's all over now...." Kenny closed his eyes tightly and pushed the knife down into the dead youth's skull. Kenny let go of the knife and whispered, "It's ok now, Ben...Everything's....alright."
The End