To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

So everything that happened last night was not a dream. Mark indeed figured out that I cut myself and wanted to tell this Eduardo today, well if he hasn't already. I didn't died. I failed again was the only thing that crossed my mind. Tears began welling up in my eyes again and like this I broke down in front of Tom.

I sat down on his bed again and he sat next to me and patted my back. How could a person be so unlucky, all that I asked for was to die in peace and even this I couldn't have, but I can't blame Tom for this he only did what he thought was the right thing to do.

It is kind of ironic that my neighbor who didn't knew anything about me even cared more about me than my long time friend Eduardo. I knew him since school and even after all those years he showed me little to almost no affection. I guess that he was nice to me for a period of time in my life after I came back from the hospital, but this didn't lasted long. He only did this because he pitied me and not because he cared about me. Mark seems to care about me, but deep down I know that he doesn't actually likes me. He also showed me little to almost no affection before this whole situation with the hospital.

I was deep in my thoughts before Tom pulled me back into the reality again. "So would you mind telling me why you were trying to take your own life? I often saw that Eduardo wasn't treating you, uhm...very nice. Does he has something to do with this?" Tom asked me.

I wasn't sure if I should tell him the truth or not, but in the end I thought that it wouldn't hurt talking to somebody else about the hell that I went through. "I have to say that Eduardo was a part of the reason why I decided to do this. He always yelled at me, called me names and even humiliated me, but I was okay with this because he didn't hurted me physically before. Then he went on into punching me lightly in the face and his anger got worse. The day where the missle had hit me he told me that he wished that I were dead before I got hit by the missle. After this he and Mark were treating me nicely for a short period of time. Then I tried to do some nice things around the house like washing some clothes and cleaning the dishes, but I made some mistakes and got hit and yelled at more extreme then before. I had never seen Eduardo so mad at me as on thus day. He stopped talking to me on the next days and shot me death glares. One time then he got drunk and began hitting me again. I bought him some things as a gift, but there was no use. His hatred towards me was to huge, to an extend in which he hasn't even bothered to open up my present to him. Well, basically a lot of thing's had happen to me and led me to do this." I said in between sobbs.

It felt good talking with him about this. I searched for a reaction in his face and what I saw had left me confused, he looked sad and shocked at once. "I didn't knew that Eduardo was treating you so bad. He was abusing you all those years, hurting you emotionally and physically and you hadn't done anything about this. I am so sorry for you Jon, I wish that somebody could have helped you all those years ago." He said with a voice that was filled with guilt.

"No, there is no need to worry. It wasn't that bad before, it was only now that his punishments were worse. It's not his fault though, I was in the wrong for doing the mistakes in the first place although I didn't mean to destroy his clothes as well as his favorite shirt and the dishwasher." I replied calmly. "So you are telling me that he was beating you up because of some stupid clothes and a dishwasher? Those aren't reason's to treat someone the way that he treated you." Tom explained to me and sounded even more concerned about me now.