The hit, the run, the pain. Merome/Poofless/Vikklan

Chapter four

Could ya'll possibly start giving more feedback? If this story is boring, tell me. I'll delete it and start over for my sake.

A nurse told me to go home and get some rest. They said they'll be pulling the plug at one in the morning.

I open my car door, and step out into the foggy air. It seems like the world got dimmer. Knowing that Jerome won't be on it anymore. The house feels empty even though everyone's in it. Preston was making dinner, and that's when I was going to break the news. This is all too soon.

Dinner

"Thank you, Preston." I say as he puts a steak on my plate.

"You're welcome." He smiles. I knew he wouldn't be smiling after I open my mouth.

"Everyone," I stand up out my chair. All their eyes lock on me. "J-Jerome is b-being-" I try to continue, but I break. Every puzzle piece falls out of place.

If only I wasted one more minute in the bathroom. If only I asked to stop at a gas station. Only to hold the time for a little longer. Hands wrap around me as I now sit on the floor dying, but mostly crying. "What's wrong Mitch?" Rob soothes. I try standing back up, but my heart is to heavy to pull along.

"Jerome's being-" I breath in for I knew a panic attack was coming, and it was going to be hard to stop it. I stumble upwards trying to find footing. I grab a pen and paper. 'Jerome's being unplugged at 10:00AM' I write then hand it to Vikk. Before he can read it aloud I run off to my room.

My heart cried for love. Mainly Jerome's love. I knew the only place no one would bother me. Even if they knew I needed someone to sit with. I climb out my window, and up onto the roof. Me and Jerome would always sit here and look at the stars. We would always talk about one night just falling asleep up here. We knew it would be dangerous, hence the fact it's a slanted roof. He said "We'd find a way. We always have."

Memory
(In third person cause why not?)

There he sits. A lonely boy. He goes for a walk to the park every morning when it's cool outside, and no one is awake to bother him. The swings are always empty, awaiting kids to use them. The wind slowly creeks them back and forth as Mitch approaches. He takes a seat on the left swing. Which is the highest.

Moments later another boy shows up. He walks over to the playground, and slides down the smallest slide. "Hello." Mitch says, walking up to the strange boy. His Mother always told him to stay away from strangers, but this one seemed different than the others.

"Hello!" He happily grinned back.

"My names Mitch. What about yours?" Mitch asks.

"Jerome! Want to swing?" Mitch nods, and follows Jerome back to the swing set. "How old are you?" Jerome asks the lonely boy.

"I'm 14. How about you?" Mitch thrusts his legs back and fourth, trying to get his swing started.

"Same!" Jerome smiled. Maybe Mitch wouldn't be so lonely anymore.

Back to reality

I remember that day. It was after Jerome moved away during fourth grade, then came back eighth. I never knew it was him until tenth. From then on we have been together. Nothing, and no one daring to separate us. Except for death. Even though one of us would shortly fall behind the other. Stepping out of line to take a peek at heaven.

"Mitch." Lachlan yells out and up the window.
"Yes?" I ask.

"Come down, or I'll come up." His words didn't make me move. I knew he wouldn't get up here. He's afraid of heights. I am to, but Jerome always comforted me. Now I realize I have no one to help me. My breathing speeds up. Tears burn my eyes. I'm scared. I've never been more scared in my life. I'm scared to lose Jerome, to fall, to be alone. I didn't want to be a lonely boy, again. I needed Jerome, but how will I have him when he'll be gone?

Maybe I just need to take the fall, and feel the pain.