My Last Hope

26 (The End)

Warnings:
-Mentions of everything that happened

6 months later...

Clay's POV

I sat next to George on the couch while Robin ran around through the room. They fell down on the couch next to me and rested their head on my shoulder. 'Clay, how are you?' they asked.

'I'm okay, thank you. And you?'

'I'm way better.'

It was weird to realise, but Robin and I had become really good friends. I saw them as my sibling and they saw me as their brother. George's whole family treated me as their son or sibling expect from George. He treated me as his best friend, but we also seemed like brothers sometimes.

I had never been happier in my whole life. I was so incredibly motivated to quit drugs after my second heart attack that I told George whatever I did, I didn't want to be alone.

He understood and went through a lot with me. I screamed at him, I threw stuff and cried hours on end because of my withdrawal and cravings to drugs and alcohol.

After a month of constant crying and screaming, I had so much support around me that I told them I wanted to go into rehab and therapy. George's parents drove me to rehab every week and I stayed there a month in the facility to get a lot of therapy for my trauma.

My dad went to jail for fifty years. Since he was already fifty, he would probably die in jail and I would never have to see him again. I was so relieved after I heard this sentence and cried out of happiness as George comforted me.

I met his second family. I was really scared at first, but they didn't seem to know anything about it either. I became really good friends with their son, Sapnap. He understood what I went through and was shocked himself too. We were technically stepbrothers, but called each other our best friend.

George's oldest sister had donated her kidney to Robin which gave them a second chance to live their life. They immediately quit school as soon as their parents realised what was going on and they got homeschooling now along with a lot of therapy.

I looked up as I heard footsteps and saw George's youngest sister walk into the room with a box with dolls. 'Clay, do you want to play with me? George never wants to.'

I giggled and grabbed the box. 'What are we playing?'

George rolled his eyes. 'Sure, now act like I'm the bad guy here.'

I stuck my tongue out to him and started playing with his sister. She got really excited and hugged me, looking up at me. She knew I had been addicted, but wasn't completely sure what it all meant.

'Have you still only drunk water?' she asked. 'I heard you were not drinking anymore, but I think that's unhealthy.'

I smiled and lifted her on my lap. 'I'm not drinking alcohol anymore. That's really unhealthy. I can drink anything else without alcohol in it.'

She nodded and sighed. 'I'm proud of Clay,' she said to George.

He giggled and agreed. 'Me too. Do you like it that he's living with us now?'

'Yes. I want a best friend one day, I think it's cute. I do have a friend at school!'

We smiled and she stood up to play with George's brother now. Robin grabbed my hand.

'Can I tell you something? And George.'

'Of course,' I answered with a smile. 'What's up?'

We sat down on the couch and Robin sighed softly. 'I've tried to hide it until I knew it for sure, but I'm together with someone.'

'Really?' I yelled out of excitement. 'Who?'

'I met them at the group I sometimes go to for youth that seeks support. She was struggling a lot with depression, but is what happier since we met. We have been together for a week and I've invited her over for dinner tomorrow. I'm really nervous.'

I gave them a tight hug. 'There's no way she won't like you and everyone here has something so we really don't mind at all. Don't be scared for that.'

Robin laughed. 'That's true.'

'We need more misery,' George said with a sigh. 'My youngest sister still has a chance. I'm joking for the record.'

We all laughed and I gave Robin a tight hug to show them they were loved.

A bit later, George and I went upstairs and cuddled up on his bed. I still had my bears, I even had more now. George bought me a very small bear every month and got me another pacifier so I could calm down when I was sad.

I had a lot of therapy, but obviously a trauma like this wasn't gone so suddenly. Luckily everyone understood that and just let me do whatever I wanted when I got sad.

'Clay, how are you? In all honesty?'

I smiled. 'I'm doing okay. I'm just proud that I haven't used drugs and alcohol in six months. It's really hard, but I'm so much happier now. I don't want any life threatening injuries or damage inside.'

I still had some damage after everything I used, but it wasn't life threatening. My heart rhythm went back to a healthy one and I didn't need a pacemaker as long as I stopped with the drugs.

'I'm so proud of you. After everything you went through, you're still here.'

'I'm proud of myself. I never expected to quit drugs or alcohol. And I thought I would relapse multiple times.'

'You can thank yourself for that,' George said with a smile, giving me a tight hug.

'No, I have to thank you too. I had no hope anymore, George. I was so desperate and alone. It felt like I would die in this misery and never get to tell anyone my story. If you wouldn't have been here, I wouldn't have existed anymore. I hope you realise that.'

He shrugged shyly.

'You were my last hope and by giving me you love, I've been saved. Please, remember that forever,' I whispered as I cuddled up with him to make sure he understood.

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