CHOKEHOLD - VANCE HOPPER

☆ GOODBYE || ☆

these are the same chapters i just wanted to create to separate ones for the ending. let shame by mitski continue playing for this chapter.

(Y/N'S POV)
LOUD DEAFENING SILENCE FILLS THE ROOM. We waited for Bruce, waited and waited. I sat with his family, I talked. I talked so much, without a worry. We waited for Bruce to arrive so we could eat. I don't think I want to eat anymore.

Hours go by. It's sun down. They tell me Bruce is probably out celebrating with a friend and that I should go home because it's late. I do. I go home.

I got home. My parents were asleep. I was not. I don't think I could sleep now.

I turned on the TV. I forgot to turn up the volume. The TV is on mute. I pressed the wrong button. I accidentally changed the channel. What I see on the screen drowns the life out of me. I rub my eyes. Am I hallucinating?

No.
It's real.
Too real.

Bruce Yamada is missing.

I fall back on the floor. There's no sound in the house. Just my attempts of trying to breath.

The walls around me dissolve into liquid. The world stopped spinning on its axis. Why doesn't this feel real? I feel like the TV screen is taunting me with his name and those words.

"ALERT: BRUCE YAMADA GONE MISSING."
I crawl to the TV screen. I check the description. Maybe they got the wrong person. But it's right, all of it. I begin to back away from the TV. I sit on the couch.

My shoulders hunch, I feel like I have tons of weight of my shoulders. I should have never left Bruce there by himself. If I had just stayed with him, he wouldn't be missing. But there's nothing I can do now. And it's all my fault.

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I tried to sleep that night, but I couldn't. Every time I close my eyes I see Bruce. Or another tear spilled out.

I seriously don't want to do anything, I just want him home. What could I have said to make him not go alone? I was one of the last to see him, and now all the weights on my shoulders. I wish I could've done more to just have him back.

The door creeks open. It's my father again.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks.
I pull my bedsheets over my shoulder.
"Why does it matter? I'm not the one who's missing."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I know he was your friend."
"Don't say was." I blinked slowly.

"Sorry. You don't have to go to work. But I have to go to work. Call the work place so I know your okay, rest. Just take care, okay?"
"Okay, Dad."
"I love you."
"I love you."

I wish I could've gotten to tell Bruce that before I left.