Tears Like Diamonds

The boy

One day, I actually liked living, but now , i'd change that opinion.
  It was Friday night , at exactly  8 pm, and i was laying in my bed, reading an novel. I suddenly hear something fall downstairs in the bathroom. 
I get up and listened carefully.  I placed the book on the desk and went down. I also grabbed a knife from the kitchen , in case it was a robber. You could barely hear my footsteps in  that moment. My heart was pounding in my chest as I got close to the door. I raised the knife and opened the door.  I was shocked.
  It was a little boy injured and fragile. He was crying and trying to bandage his scars. My face went blank for a few moments. I thought it was my little brother.  But happily, it wasn't.  I was relieved for that, but still, it was a hurt child. I carefully walked over to him and asked: " Hey buddy, are you alright?" . He looked at me with a socked face: " I thought this was an abandoned house... i- i am sorry.. * he coughed *" . I forgot to mention.. the house that i was living  in was old and had  vines on it . His  face was pale, and  he looked like he was going to faint. I grabbed a towel and put some water on it , cold water. I placed his head in my lap and then the towel. His forehead was burning like hell!
It was weird. Very weird. A strange boy in my house? I had no idea who he was, and it seemed like he didn't want to be here. His eyes closed, and a moment after that, I heard the door opening. My parents and my little bro came home...  I couldn't move and go greet them because the hurt figure was laying on my lap, breathing repeatedly.  My mom, a tall blonde   woman with sage green eyes, appeared at the door of the bathroom. She looked at me , then at the boy. She smiled uncomfortably.  I know what she was thinking, but i couldn't just stand there, speechless, so i said :" Hi..Mom, can you ... call an abulance, please?.. This boy fainted, and he's bleeding ... and losing lots of blood..." She looked at me with a serious expression : " Why didn't you do it? Scared?" ; " No...you bitch." I responded with a high pinched tone.  "Here" She took the boy off my lap and held him. "Go tell your dad we are going to the hospital ourselves.  There is no time for chit-chats."
  After an hour, we got to the wainting room in the hospital, waiting for a response from the nurse. The door opened slowly, and a woman came out from there.She had dark brown hair and was dressed in a lovely hospital uniform. She said that the child was fine, except he had a  small fever and a few  wounds.  Did he cut himself? Did someone else cut him? Or was it something? My little bro let out a long sigh. I guess we'll wait until the boy is going to get better. I hope soon. I hate hospitals . Last time they called  me a girl or a boy. I hate the hospital staff.