¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

3.8

unedited

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

It's tragic how you could live for decades and never know how many people actually love you. Because it is when you're dead that they finally tell you those three words - I love you.

I'm no longer sure how many phone calls I answered to accept people's condolences or listen to them cry out their love for my deceased brother. Half of those people I didn't even know.

Well, at least I did something while rotting in bed the whole day. I still can't comprehend how it was ten in the morning when I got the news, and in just a matter of time, everyone else knew as well.

I listened to the water slowly fill the bathtub before I stripped from my clothes and got inside. It was cold but my body was so tired from all the crying and the meds I took, that it didn't feel any different from warm water.

I held my breath as I felt my body slowly slip down until my body was fully in the water, only with my knees popping out of it. I let go of the breath and moved my shaky hands beside my body.

Staring at the white ceiling, I didn't feel the time pass. It was as if time had stopped the moment they told me, Liam had died. And whatever I did, whatever I took, the day didn't end. All I wanted was to go to my bed and pretend that when I woke up, Liam would be back from the hospital.

Though, that was delusional of me. Especially, when my father had already called a funeral home. They were probably going to hold the ceremony tomorrow. Knowing my father, he would want to get this over with as fast as possible so he could go back to work. And knowing my mother, Liam was dead to her long before his death was confirmed.

Maybe I should've taken my life? Made it easier for them with the funeral home and all?

I closed my eyes, letting go of all the air in my lungs before I pushed my head to the bottom of the tub. However, not even two seconds later, I quickly sat up, gasping for air. Who was I kidding? I couldn't take my life. I was too scared to do that.

"Miss Melanie," Amanda's voice came out of the other side of the room as she knocked on the door, "You have a visitor."

Rolling my eyes at the news, I dragged myself out of the bathtub. I was so fucking over accepting prayers and small talk.

I put my clothes on and opened the door, stopping in my steps when I noticed who the visitor was.

"Who let you in?" I asked, looking at the boy sitting on my bed.