I've Broken Bones For You

Chapter 18 - Final

Yup, this is it. The end. I planned on having 23 chapters but they made no sense, so this is the end. There won't be another book after this, because that also doesn't make sense. 

I'm finding it hard to publish this because I love writing this book. But hey, there's going to be an epilogue, so expect that to be up sometime tonight. 

At least I'm going to have more time to finish writing Feel and then move on to some more fanfics because I have so many ideas, like holy shit guys. I'm excited to start writing some of them sometime soon. I don't know the titles yet, otherwise I'd tell you. Oops. 

Also, one last thing. Thanks to all of my readers who have been reading this small series from the beginning. You're all so great and I love every single one of you. I never thought I'd get that big of a reaction for the first book (even though it's not that much, I think it's a shit ton). So thank you so much. It really means a lot to me. You guys are the best. Thanks once again. Peace, Love and Chicken Grease :)

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Chapter 18 

I don't think anything will ever be the same again. I'm quiet as I stand beside Jenna, watching the plane that is carrying Jaime out to a far away college roll down the runway. Jenna cried while seeing him off, but that was expected, seeing as her hormones are all over the place. I hugged her after that, because she wouldn't stop crying. 

She isn't crying right now. I know she feels sad, but she's always giving me these little side glances. I asked her to stop giving me sympathy a week ago, but seeing as her motherly attitude is now showing, she can't stop. 

"Everything is going to be okay." She tells me, but I shake my head. I don't know if it will. Nothing has been okay lately. I haven't been okay.

"No it's not." I mutter stubbornly, and this time she chooses not to argue with me on the topic. I think back on seeing Jaime off to get my mind off of things. 

I overheard Jaime telling Jenna to look out for me. I know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but I knew he would be talking about me. He doesn't want me to do anything stupid. I won't; I promised Kellin.

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Three weeks earlier 

I hate hospitals so much. I hate the smell and the atmosphere. I've had such horrible memories involving them. I want to get out of here as soon as possible, but I can't. I'm not leaving until I know he's okay.

Matty and Mike have been trying to keep me together through all of this. I can't stop thinking about the possibilities and how horrible I feel. The last time we spoke, we were yelling at each other and I never found out why he drank that night. I'll never know. 

"Vic, breathe." Mike orders me, because I started to hyperventilate. He grips my shoulders tight, and I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Matty is standing at the receptionist's desk firing question after question at her. She just keeps shaking her head and telling him to sit down and wait for the doctor to come see us. 

We're not allowed to know anything yet. We're not his family, but since they can't get in touch with any of them, we're all they've got. They made us sit in the waiting room though, and it's been the longest half an hour of my life. I feel like I'm going to break any moment.

I shouldn't have let him walk away from me. This is my fault, and I know Mike told me countless times that it isn't, but I will forever blame myself. I got mad at him when I should have been supportive. I should have ran after him and apologized one million fucking times, but I didn't. No. Instead I had to drag his body across a beach so we could call an ambulance without the current pulling him away from us. I can barely remember what happened earlier, but it's starting to come back to me in small bits and pieces.