Hope for life

Start of an end

It's Monday and I'm currently walking with Ali to lunch. I've told her everything that's happened in the past few days except about the dream. That horrid horrid dream, there was one thing that was almost identical to what happened in my dream. This morning when I woke back up after crying myself to sleep, there was a text that was sent to me. Guess who it was, Kye of course.
Kye- "sorry about what I've said. You know I love you."

With that one text I snapped and decided that it wasn't even worth texting him back. I was going to confront him in person during lunch. As Ali and I walked into the lunch room I started getting nervous, my hands started shaking, and my eyes searched the lunch room for Kye. But to my surprise he wasn't anywhere in sight. We were the first ones at our lunch table, and as we went to sit down a quiet whisper left my mouth, "where is he?"

"He probably stole Caleb's weed again." Jackson scared the shit outta me. "Wait what? How did you hear me, no wait where the fuck did you come from?" Jackson laughed as he sat across from me and next to Ali. Ali froze as she gave Jackson a death glare like he just said something he shouldn't have. Jackson realized what he just said a simply mumbled, "shit." I snapped and looked both of them dead in the eyes, "tell me what's going on about Kye stealing weed. No, no tell me everything and I fucking mean everything that happened while I was gone."

Jackson took a deep breath and started explaining everything, "okay, so the night you two broke up he texted me telling me. Of course I snapped a little but what he asked next made me want to smack him." He paused, "he had the nerve to ask me if I could hold his pot for him for a few hours because he took it from Caleb and Caleb was going to kick his ass if he found it in his room. I of course told him no fucking way you stole it and I wasn't going to cover his ass. Well he came to school the next day and he honestly looked like fucking shit. He had a busted lip and bruises all over, and boy did I feel horrible. When I went to talk to him that night about what happened I found him on the train bridge stoned off his ass. I decided I wasn't going to talk to him so I turned around and started walking away but stopped when Kye started mumbling something about not being able to go home. Well I stopped and asked him what he meant and he just looked at his bruises and said, 'it'll happen again if I go home'." Jackson stopped for a moment and for a split second you could see hurt in his eyes. "God I felt bad but I just left him there. I fucking left him there and went home. Then the next day he didn't show, I found out from his cousin Alex that Caleb beat him unconscious. If I would have just stayed or gave him a place to crash he wouldn't have been beaten." Jackson trailed off and Ali took his place in talking.

"Now you see why we didn't want to tell you. Hell we can hardly believe it ourselves, but he's been stoned or high on some other shit since you left. Oh and one other thing he kissed Maci. She was to scared to come to school today, because she heard you were back. She honestly didn't want it to happen Angel so please don't be mad at her." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. "I don't blame her" was all I said before I stood and left. I have no idea where I'm going, or what I'm doing. At this point it doesn't even matter. I walk to my locker and go to grab my bag. As soon as I grab it I hear the clink of glass. Then I realized I forgot to take the bottle of Jack Daniels out of my bag. I instantly smile and start walking towards the exit to leave school. I cut across the baseball field and walked through a small patch of woods. I finally reached my destination, the river. I pause for a moment to grab the bottle of alcohol outta my bag.

I open the bottle and take a huge chug from it. I continue to drink as I stumble to my desired spot by the river. As I approached my destination I noticed someone else was sitting there. As they heard me approach they turned around. With a joint in his hand Kye looked at me and attempted to say something when I interrupted, "no don't you say a fucking thing. I don't want to hear it asshole, this whole fucking time you lied to me. I don't even fucking know who you are anymore." I took a step towards his as I stumbled over rocks nearly falling. Kye reached out for my arm stopping me from falling flat on my face. As I regained my footing Kye noticed my many wounds. He instantly removed his hand when he felt the cuts underneath his fingers. Kye took a step back and apologized but I didn't care. My drunken mind was furious, "NO LOOK AT THEM. YOU SEE THESE STITCHES ON MY KNUCKLES. THEYRE FROM PUNCHING MY MIRROR, CAUSE OF YOU! EVERYONE OF THESE CUTS I INFLICTED ON MYSELF WERE CAUSE OF WHAT YOU SAID TO ME!" I drank the last bit of alcohol in the bottle before I threw it at the ground beside me, shattering it. Kye took a step towards me reaching out for me. I tried to push him away but failed miserably, and ended up falling on him. Kye grabbed me before I hit the ground and just hugged me. I looked up wanting to see his beautiful green eyes but instead I noticed horrible bruising. I instantly broke down in tears feeling horrible for what I said, "I-I'm so sorry, but why did you make me feel like that? Why did you have to hurt me so bad?" Kye took a shaky breath before answering, "I know, I know. I didn't think it would hurt you so bad. I just wanted the best for you." As I continued to cry my vision went blurry and soon everything went black.