loml - Walker Scobell

13. gone

i woke up and lifted my head from aryans chest. i sat up and stretched, also yawning in the process. i crawled over aryan as carefully as i could and stood up from his bed.

i reached for my phone and just slipped it in my pocket. (A/N hahahahaha) i opened his bedroom door and walked out, making my way downstairs and grabbing a cup of water. i chugged it, bot realizing how parched i was until i gulped it. i took a deep breath after i was done and washed the cup, dried it, then put it back in the cabinet. i walked back upstairs and into his room, shutting the door. i grabbed my brush from my bag and brushed my hair roughly, getting all the tangles out. i put my brush back in my bag and took my phone back out. i opened it and found nearly 50 missed calls from both of my parents.

"what the hell?" i thought in my head.

i called my mom and it rang a few times before she picked up.

"mom? whats wrong? did something happen?" i asked into the phone.

"honey," she cried out, "where are you?" her voice cracked.

"im at aryans. what happened?" i questioned again, getting scared.

"come to the hospital," she sobbed into the phone.

i didn't even know how to process those words. i didn't even know what happened. all i knew is that it was probably connected to wesley. she hung up the phone and i shoved it back into my pocket. i shook aryan awake quickly and he jumped. 

"aryan, im leaving. my mom called me from the hospital and i don't know what happened." i panted, grabbing my bag and shoving my shoes onto my feet.

"uhm, i- okay." he sat up, "text me to update, i hope everything is okay."

i simply nodded before darting out the door and into my car. i started it as fast as i got in the driver seat and i started to the saint harts hospital that our family was admitted to. i drove as fast as i could, going a bit over the speed limit like anyone would. i was tempted to call my father to ask what happened again, but all i was focused on right now was just getting there. i just had a gut feeling it was connected to wesley.

i pulled up to the hospital finally and parked my car. i jumped out and ran to the front doors. i was inside before i knew it and in the lobby. i was ready to walk up to the front desk and ask for the name davis, but i looked around and found my parents. my parents in the corner. my mother broke down on the floor, crying and my father trying his hardest to comfort her but in the same state. i took a shaky breath before i jogged over to them.

"whats going on? are you okay? wheres wesley?" i asked every question on my mind. i had millions more, but i just couldn't get them out of my mouth.

"olivia-" my father tried to speak raspily, clearly sobbing like my mother.

"what? what!" i practically yelled.

"your brother," my mom looked up at me with glossy, red eyes, "hes-hes gone."

something in me broke when she spoke. it almost felt like my heart shattered in some way. my stomach sank. my whole body felt weighed down, wanting to drop to the floor at any moment, and i wanted to let it.

"w-what?" i sucked in another shaky breath, my eyes widening in horror.

"wesley's - dead olivia," my dad managed to get out.

thats when i let my body collapse. i felt myself fall to my knees. my head felt like it was spinning. all the noise around me became ringing in my ears. my vision became blurry as i rocked myself on the floor of the hospital lobby. i couldn't believe what i was hearing from my poor parents. they were lying. they had to be. wesley is safe and sound at home and they are just pranking me. that had to be the case.

but it wasn't. it was the truth.

i started to cry. the tears flooded from my eyes, running down my face and dripping onto my shirt and the floor. my hands ran through my hair as i tried to process what is going on. my dad grabbed me and pulled me closer, the three of us just basically huddled together.

i didn't know what to do in that moment. so many thoughts and questions ran through my mind at a thousand miles per hour. i sobbed and breathed heavily, feeling myself hyperventilating. i took deep breaths the best i could but i just choked on my sobs. i cried and cried and cried with my parents for at least an hour in the hospital lobby. i went home that night and cried even more as we walked inside. i didn't dare to even look at wesleys door as i plowed through mine and hid in my bed. i wanted to stay here forever. hiding from the world and every problem it had. i couldn't believe my own brother is gone. hes gone for good and he isn't coming back.

i cried myself to sleep.

A/N alright let it out (im actually crying myself to sleep rn)