Dodging the bad boy?

feeling guilty... (part 2)

I ran manickley through the hallways of the cold, heartless building not caring about the people looking at me, like i had just escaped from the mental hospital.

Random room numbers flashed before my eyes, It was all a blur - like i was in a dream but i knew too well that i wasn't

As I felt tears start to form in my tired eyes, When suddenly someone grabbed me. As i slowly looked up i recognised who the random person who grabbed me was. It was Carlson, he looked a state instead of his usual bright blue eyes, grey eyes with gigantic purple bags underneath had replaced them.

He was wearing navy sweats high tops and a plain white tee, instead of his usual skinny jeans and printed tee wich usually said something like da boss or OBEY.

He looked pasty and tired from lack of sleep and his hair was all messy and bed like instead of his gelled down preppy look.

He was a different Carlson... One that had been up all night worrying, with only a cup of coffee to keep him going. I felt disgusted with myself for leaving him worried sick by himself and with Mum lying there, in a hospital bed in a coma.

"Carlson?" i questioned worried he was going to punch me in the face and tell me i was an irresponsible brat.

"Bridgey" he pulled me into a giant hug squeezing me till i thought that my lungs were going to get crushed. I could feel him shaking.

"Carlson i am soooo sorry" I started sobbing. "I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party!"

"shhh" he soothed "its not your fault..I should have known"

"known what" I ask my voice slightly shaking

"tha-"

Just then a the doctor who was looking after my Mum approaches us she gives us a small friendly smile - but i don't smile back.

"Hello you must be the Isles am i right?" she questions.

Me and Carlson nod simultaneously.

"can you please follow me" she replied in a sickly sweet voice that was unreadable. So we followed her into a small room and she pointed us to a rather old looking chair opposite her desk but i was too worried to even care right now.

"So if you didn't already know, your mother has been in a Coma for several hours"

I just nodded in order for her to hurry up and get to the point.

"She has overdosed on alcohol, this has depressed her nerves that control involuntary actions such as her breathing and the gag reflex that prevents choking

she stops to see if we are following her.

"This has sent her into a coma and unfortunately she has suffered a case of asphyxiation"

I nod along not realizing what she's actually talking about.

"are you following me miss. Isles?"

I wasn't completely sure what she was trying to say so i asked her again

"look this isn't easy but - your mum has passed away"

I couldn't quite get my head around what she was saying, the room started spinning and i had the sudden urge to puke i tried to stand up but i couldn't. Carlson grabbed my hand and squeezed it till my fingers went blue.

"NO this is just some kind of sick joke... Oh haha very funny Mason you can come out now"

"Bridgey" soothed Carlson

"No Carlson!"

I stood up and tried to walk out of the room but i couldn't function - i needed air and a glass of water. The doctor had pity all over her face.

"I am sorry for your loss we tried as hard as we could can i get you anything?"

"e-erm a-a glass of water i-if you wouldn't mind" I sat back down, took a deep breath and started crying my eyes out shouting words like, its all my fault and i should have stayed.

"bridget it is NOT your fault all you did was go to a party you did not force her to overdose. She was under a lot of pressure and you know what she is in a better place now"

Carlson also looked like he was about to start crying but he held it in.

"Look lets go home Bridgey this place is horrible and it probably doesn't help"

I agreed with him and we started walking of.

"wait!" someone shouted "where are you going?"

The nurse was approaching us with my glass of water and a piece of paper. I took the water of her gulping it down.

"Look we just want to go home" Carlson replied to her.

"Mr. Isle how old are you?"

" i'm 17 why?"

The nurse stared at us and talked to her college she turned around and shook her head at us.

"Mr. Isle you are underage you can not stay by yourself and on this piece of paper it clearly states that if anything ever happened to your mother, then you would go and stay with Miss.Taylor.

Me and Carlson looked at each other and i could read his expression we both stared at the nurse and yelled in her face

"NO!"

enjoy xxxxxx will edit tommorow