The only one

Chapter 10

I could hear him breathing while I began to drift off to sleep.

But what confused me was that he was beaming and crying both at the same time.

How could one feel happiness and pain, at the same time?

My eyes were glued shut, but I couldn't doze off. I changed my sleeping position multiple times, but my deafening thoughts kept me wide awake. After about twenty minutes I became unquiet in the hospital bed which now felt it was made of stone.

My mind wandered off but this time, like most times, my pondering went to horrendous images and scenarios that played continually in my mind.

It was a horror movie entitled "My Life in the Near Future" I figured that all of those thoughts that stresses me out and exhausted me and caused me to drowse.

I left the hospital in the morning. Marcus was there and he stayed for a while. But scampered home. I walked into the living room, with my mom looking furious. She began yelling at me. Stepping closer and closer. The look on her face was threatening.
I shut my eyes closed, trying but failing to prepare for what was about to come.

I don't know what she did to me, but I know it hurt.

She was screaming things bout how I didn't come home early enough.

But what scared me was, she said that if I was scared now, wait for tomorrow.

I sprinted to my room, as rapid as my legs would take me. I locked my room and I cried.

In school people made fun of me. Robert had probably told all of his friends about what happen.

I'm so sick, so angry, so mad, and to top it off no one even knows that. At lunch I went to the library because it was raining again and I didn't feel like sitting in a room with the entire grade looking at me.

I found Marcus at the library. I tried acting casual but I probably looked like a penguin, the way I was walking.

I approached him at a quick pace, still trying to slow myself down.

"Hey, can I talk to you" I spoke at a calm tone, I felt relaxed around him.

"Um, not really" he snapped.

"Ummm..." I stuttered. I was flustered not knowing what to say.

"I don't care about your problems, deal with them by yourself" he spoke angrily. And with that he stormed it of the media center, without turning around.

That day, I skipped all of my classes, I didn't leave school, I was crying my eyes out on the bathroom floor.

My mom found out of course. I screamed and cried, praying to God that she would stop. Salt water and blood was all over the floor.

"Shhhh, it's going to be okay" whispered a calm soothing voice. I looked around but there was nothing. Tears were still shooting out of my eyes, creating a river flowing down my face. I was still screaming and praying.

The world seemed to be fading away, then it was black. There was nothing. But I could still feel that my face was damp and my throat was soar, meaning I was screaming.

My eyes shot open and darted from side to side. The white room was the same except less blurry. Why did I come back here? But it doesn't matter. Those days that have just passed were dreadful, and I know when I return, it will be even worse.

I began sobbing, knowing that life wasn't going anywhere good.

"Shhhh, your okay, it's going to be okay" whispered a hushed tone.

I looked up to see who it was.

Marcus.

I gasped, shocked that he was here.

I wanted to ask him why he was with me, he he told me that he didn't care. But the lump growing in my throat wouldn't allow me to speak.

I just wept, long and hard, I was tired of being sad, tired of being hurt, tired of being mad, tired of being misunderstood.

But most of all, I was tired of being tired.