The Ends of Earth

Chapter 5

The sharp pains shot up his right side and into his neck. It was throbbing. Holding his side and limping he made his way into the bathroom.

He placed his hands on the grimy white sink and slouched over. He looked into the finger coated mirror. He could see the graffitied stall doors behind him. Some unspeakable things were written on them.

He stood straight up and watched himself as he removed his shirt. His right side was different shades of black, purple, and blue. It stretched from his shoulder to his hip. The adrenaline had worn off and he was now feeling every ounce of pain.

"I can't travel like this." He exhaled in disappointment. He turned around and looked into the open stall. Memories bombarded his mind.

Suddenly he was back.

Shivers crawled down his spine, sweat rolling down every uneven surface of his body. He was hunched over the toilet vomit spilling from his insides.

Those godforsaken pills. Those godforsaken pills! He begged for it to be over, he pleaded.

"I'll never take another one ever again! I promise! Make it stop! Just make it stop please!" But no matter how much he begged it never stopped.

The shivers still crawled.

The sweat still rolled.

The vomit still spilled.

"Get out! Get out! Please." He was back. He began to sob at the memories and collapsed to the ground. Knees to his chest.

This position felt familiar.

He laid there in contemplation.

"I'm so stupid. I'm so so stupid." He thought to himself.

"I can't do anything right; all I do is make mistakes." He rolled to his back.

"Maybe I'm making a mistake, maybe this is all a mistake." The feeling of Bo's lifeless body flooded his soul, he was back again this time in another painful place.

He could feel it.

Taste it.

He could smell it with his whole body.

The hole in his heart became bigger. His hope, his hope was spilling onto the cold tile

The sheets, the windows, the silence, her body, his heart, the willow, the hole, the roses, the knife, the flask, the pills, the grass, the screams.

Those tight, tight screams.

He was suffocated, and there was no way out.

He screamed more.

"Stop, please! Just stop!" Salty waves fell from his eyes streaming down his cheeks, face red as blood, screams dark as night.

"Let me go!" He pulled at his skin, his nails digging in, he tried to peal the pain away, but it was too much.

But a friend, a friend was there. He curled up right next to him, in the small pocket between his arm and side.

He was warm, it was warm.

He was peace.

The boy lifted his hand and stroked the two tailed friends in the same direction his fur grew.

"I'm sorry, I know my words hurt."

In the basement he turned the dials for a few minutes.

"Hello?" Static. He tried again