[ 2 Weeks After the hospital]
Aiden isn't doing too well in the hospital. The police are still looking for Oliver. I hope he's okay. If he's even alive right now.
I hope that Aiden gets better. He probably won't. I've been praying for both of them now. I'm not really a christian but I just want God to help them. If there really is a God here.
Where did everything go wrong? Is it my fault? Mom basically disowned me. She wants nothing to do with me. I text her every now and then, asking if she's doing well but I don't get a response.
It's been 5 weeks ever since Oliver ran away. I doubt that he's alive.
Writing has become a daily thing for me ever since all of this has happened. It doesn't really make me feel better, it just feels nice because it feels like I'm talking to someone about how I truly feel about this stuff. But on paper.
I put down my pencil and whipped the tears off of my face. Was there something I could've done to stop this? I should've never gone to the stupid party.
Now, both of my brothers are dying. I don't know about Oliver but I really hope that he goes home soon.
My phone then chimed with a message. Not the best time right now Jack. I thought to myself.
I picked up the phone and read the message.
It was from Mom.
Nothing special, just a simple 'hey'.
I replied back.
Me: Hey
Mom: How are you?
Me: I've been better, what about you?
Mom: I'm fine. I just wanted to say that I am sorry.
Me: It's okay.
Mom: Have you heard anything about your brothers yet?
Me: nope.
I put my phone back down and laid my head down on the desk.
Max started to rub his nose against my arm.
I took a deep breath in and sat up.
"What is it, Max?" I petted his head.
All he did was look at me.
"Are you hungry again?" I asked him.
He stood up and started to wag his tail. I got a can of food and poured it into his bowl once I reached the kitchen.
Jack opened the door and walked in. He has been coming over for the past weeks ever since he found out that Oliver ran away and Aiden would be in the hospital for awhile. No one can visit him. They don't know why he's sick or what the sickness is called.
I guess Jack just wants me to feel better or something.
"Hey man! How are you?" He asked.
"The same as always." I walked over to the couch and sat down.
He sighed. "I'm sure they will be okay, Logan. Just give it time. Don't worry too much about them." He followed me into the living room and sat next to me.
"How can I not worry?" I looked over to him with a blank expression on my face.
No response.
"Logan. I think you need therapy." Jack Advised.
"No. I don't." I growled.
"If you keep locking yourself in like this, nothing is gonna get better. You can't just wait for them to get better. You have a life, Logan."
"I am not locking myself in." I barked.
