Hope for life

Shattered

I answer the phone, "h-hello?" The voice on the other end was clear, "yo lil sis. It's been a long time." My legs go numb as I collapse to the floor, "yeah, it's been a long time." I hear a small laugh from over the phone, "what's the matter? Did you go in shock or something? Yo look I'm sorry for not keeping in touch. It's just that after the accident with Kat I kinda kept to myself, and I had to move again. Everything was just really hectic." I steady my voice, "it's okay Casey. I've really missed you." Casey chuckles, "don't get all soft on me now. Hey look I got to go my moms home. I promise I'll call again soon, we got allot of catching up to do." I quietly laugh, "bye Casey." I end the phone call and just sit on the floor remembering everything. I met Casey in kindergarten and we were always best friends, well we call each other family and no matter what Casey will always be known as my brother. Casey moved right before the accident that took the life of our best friend Kat. After that we kinda lost touch, even though we promised each other that we wouldn't.
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It's been a week since Casey's first call. Casey calls almost every night to work on catching up. I told Casey about Kye, and Casey turned into a true protective big brother. It's lunch and here I am like usual sitting next to Kye. There's a casual conversation going on between Maci, Kye and I. Ali and Jackson are in their own little world talking about who knows what. I look at Maci and Kye arguing over a band, I don't know why but I get a weird feeling about Maci. I decide to just forget about it. The bell rings signaling the end of lunch, I stand up and Kye wraps an arm around my shoulders. I look up at him and laugh and he gives me a confused look, "what are you laughing at?" I chuckle quietly, "your to tall, it's not fair." Kye just shakes his head laughing at me, "you know what you are a little short." I give him a stupid smirk as we walk to class. Kye laughs, "you know I love you." I shake my head chuckling, "sure." We parted ways to our classes. The next three classes went by fast as the end of school approached.

Kye walked me halfway home like he always did. I walked the rest of the way home and decided to play some music as I cleaned the house. I plugged my iPod into the boom box in the living room and start blaring music as a go around the house cleaning anything and everything. I soon feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, as I pull it out and read the text my heart drops. I stare at the text with unbelieving eyes.
Kye- Angel I'm sorry. It's over.

I reread the text over and over before throwing my phone screaming, "FUCK, WHY!" As I stand in the kitchen I grab the nearest object and throw it at the wall. The glass cup shattered into a million pieces. I look at the glass shards realizing how similar the broken cup looked like my heart felt. I walked into the bathroom barley being able to see from the tears that clouded my vision. I look into my big mirror, another burst of rage flows through me and I punch my mirror smashing it. My knuckles drip with crimson red blood but I just shake off the pain. I walk through the glass shards and exit the bathroom. I find my phone and reply to Kye's text.
Me- can I ask you a question
Kye- what
Me- did you ever care?
Kye took a minute to reply- no, I never loved you. I never cared about you either.
I threw my phone for the second time today. I found myself unable to breath, like my ribs were just shattered. A sat on my living room floor unable to think, unable to feel. I stare at my knuckles realizing how bad they were, I could almost see bone. I stand up and search for my phone leaving a trial of blood on the floor. Once I find it I dial Casey's number and he soon picks up, "hello? Angel what's going on you do realize it's two in the morning." I look at the clock in horror, I was spaced out for six hours, "U-umm I'm sorry I didn't realize what time it was. I need your help, can you come pick me up?" I could hear Casey yawn, "Angel you do realize it's a hour drive. Ugh I'll be there soon." I was barely able to whisper a, "thank you."

A hour later I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and a sleepy Casey walks in. Casey gives me a weird look when he smells the bleach I used to get the blood out of the carpet, "I'm not helping you hide a body." I laugh slightly at his remark, "not today, but I do need help with this." I held up my bloody bandaged hand. As I unwrap my hand Casey's smile drops, "Angel what the fuck did you do!" I stare down at my hand watching the little pools of blood, "punched my mirror." Casey just shakes his head and walks into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit, "I thought you were getting medication for your bipolar." I glare at Casey, "shutup, that wasn't why I did it." Casey pulls out the things he needs to stitch my knuckles up, "so what reason do you have now?" I threw my phone on the counter so Casey could read the texts. Casey knew how much Kye meant to me, I didn't want anyone else just him. Kye was the one who made me happy again. As Casey reads the messages he looks at me apologetically, "Angel I'm so sorry." I shrug him off holding out my hand. We sit in silence as Casey stitches up my knuckles. When he finishes he finally breaks the silence, "I'm taking you back to my place. Your going to spend a few days there to get your mind off of everything, and that way if you do any other stupid moves I can patch you up again. Now go pack." I don't even try to fight Casey on the idea of staying with him for a few days.

I finish packing and Casey takes me to his house. I pass out in the car, and my mind drifts to the one who caused all this, Kye. Casey wakes me up when we reach his house. I stare at the beautiful big house where I'll be staying. I can't believe I'm here in this situation.