He Saved Me 2

Deceitful

Landon's POV

1 day before Graduation...

Graduation is tomorrow and I'm excited. We finally won't have to worry about school and I can finally put more time into my fighting career. My mom said some of my family from Colorado are supposed to be here soon and I'm also happy about that.

It's been a while since I've seen my family so this should be a good time.

"You have your cap and gown out right?" My mom asked.

"Yeah it's hanging in my closet" I replied.

"Okay. Just make sure it doesn't get wrinkled."

"I got you"

There was a knock at the door so my mom went to see who it was. It wasn't long before the sound of my granny's voice filled the house.

"Where's that grad at?" She asked my mom.

They entered the living room and my granny instantly took me into a big hug.

Man did I miss this. I thought as I returned her hug.

"How have you been boy? My goodness you've gotten big since the last time I saw you"

That's a classic line of hers.

"Yeah, I know. I've been putting on weight" I told her.

"I see" she smiled once more.

"Well, your brothers aren't far behind me E." She said to my mom.

"Okay, I'd go pick the room you want now before they choose" she said.

My granny asked me to help her take her bags up to her room.

"I can get this one."

"I got it" I chuckled then picked up all 3 of her bags.

She led me to the room she wanted to stay in and I put her bags down next to the bed.

"How have you been?" My granny said.

"Huh?" I turned to face her.

"How have you been?" She repeated.

Huh? I thought.

"..." I was a little confused.

"How are you?" My granny said to me.

"Uhh, yeah... I mean no... wait, repeat that?"

"Are you okay?" A concerned look grew on my granny's face.

What the fuck is happening? I thought to myself.

"Evelyn!"

I sat down on the bed trying to figure out what was going on. It's like I kind of knew where I was and what I was doing but I wasn't completely sure.

"What's wrong?" I made eye contact with my mom.

"He's not okay"

"I'm okay" I said suddenly.

"No you aren't baby." My granny shook her head.

"What happened?" My mom asked.

"He was about to have a seizure"

"I'm fine... I promise. It just happens sometimes" I tried my best to be okay.

"What just happens sometimes?"

"I just get confused sometimes... I'm okay, I promise"

"Are you sure?" My mom asked.

"Yes. I'm okay" I stood up and smiled the best smile I could.

Just in time, there was a knock at the door so we all headed back to the living room.

"What's up Landon" my uncle gives me a hug.

"Nothing much" I smiled.

As much as I wanted to be okay, I knew I wasn't feeling right. For the rest of the evening, I toughed it out. I didn't want my mom and my granny to be worried about me so I made sure they couldn't tell I was hurting. I hate doing this but, I'm too close to getting right where I want to be in my career and life in general for this disorder to start fucking with me again.

"I think I'm going to go to sleep" I told my family.

They all said their goodnights and goodbyes to me before I headed to my room. I closed my bedroom door behind me and laid down on my bed, not one second later my phone rang.

"Hello" I said into the phone.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Arely asked.

"I'm okay" I lied.

"You don't sound okay, Landon" she sounded worried.

"I'm fine. I was just about to go to sleep. I'm tired" I chuckled.

"Okay. If you wake up in the middle of the night text me or something... I might be up"

"Okay"

She told me she loved me then hung up the phone. I was so tired I couldn't even move my phone from my ear, instead I just drifted off to sleep.

3:30 a.m.

I woke up coughing and gasping for air. To make matters worse I was hot and sweaty like I had just ran a marathon or something. I had a thick taste of blood in my mouth so I sat up to find my phone. I didn't have too much strength and control over myself as I searched so that made it twice as difficult.

Once I had my phone I turned the flash on to see anything I could. I realized I bit my tongue bad and blood stained my pillowcase and sheets. I got up and carefully walked to the bathroom.

The light in the bathroom revealed the blood I had on my face and shirt. I sighed spitting into the sink and holding back tears.

"Th-this cccan't be hhhappening again" I said lowly.

I wanted to punch something so bad, but what would that help?

I let my tears fall as I took my bloodied shirt off. As much as I didn't want to, for a moment I thought of calling for my mom. I almost couldn't take this pain but I know that going through that means no fighting again... and I don't want what happened last time to happen again.

I rinsed my mouth out with water, cleaned my face and changed my clothes. Next I took my sheets off and put them in a pile next to my bed. For a while I just laid there, feeling uncomfortable for some reason.

I hate these feelings I get after seizures, it's very uncomfortable and sometimes it can take a while to wear off.

For a good 2 and a half hours I laid in bed trying to fall asleep. The more time passed the less hopeful I grew to get some sleep before my graduation. Here it is 5:45 and I'm just not getting sleepy.

Even if I get one or two hours I would be perfectly fine, as long as I get to shake this feeling before I walk the stage at 11:00 later today...

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