Diaries: Seasons

7: Breakdown

Tristian

"Tris, please go home. You look like you've barely slept. Don't the doctors make you leave at some point?" Christian asked from the hospital bed.
"Christian, for the last time, I am not leaving. It's my fault that you're in here and I'm going to stick with you the entire way and try to make everything better." I explained for the millionth time.

If he hadn't been on the phone with me, he wouldn't have been distracted and would've saw the car ahead of him. If I would've just answered the earlier phone calls, we would've been sitting at home, trying to figure out what to do about Dad. Jasper's crazy ass wouldn't have a reason to come find me because we'd still be texting each other and life still would've been completely normal. I am such a fuck-up.

We sit in silence until Christian moves around a little, trying to sit up again.

"Christian," I warn.
"No Tris. You need to listen to me. You haven't been doing that lately and things are going wrong. Believe it or not, I know what I'm talking about. You need to go home and get some rest. You have to be crazy tired and I'm not going to sit here and watch you deprive yourself of sleep so you can make me feel better. It's not working. What will make me feel better is you going home, sleeping, and coming back for me when you're well rested. That's what I want." He ranted.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, what if something happens to you while I'm gone. It'll be all my fault again and I don't know if I can deal with that." I sighed.
"I'll be fine. I'm in a hospital. They always come to check up on me every half hour or less. And if I press that red button on this remote, I suppose they'll come running in here like last time?"
"Yeah, they will. But--"
"But nothing. Goodbye Tris." He waved.
"Fine but I'm coming here first thing in the morning and you can't stop that." I compromised.
"I won't try to. Get some rest, Tris. Love you and eat one of those famous omelets for me in the morning."
"I will. Are you sure that you want me to g--"

He cut me off with one of those 'get the fuck out of here' glares. Giving him one last goodbye, I finally left and as I passed the waiting room, I saw Dad at the front desk. Believe me when I say that I tried so hard to pass by without him noticing me but it's like if he even thinks I'm there, he turns around to find me.

"Hey Tristian. I was just going in to see Christian. How is he?" He asked.
"He's fine. Now you know how he's doing so you can politely take your leave now." I say, gesturing toward the door.
"Tristian, please don't hold this grudge against me. I love you and your brother with all of my heart and it hurts me to know you hate me. Please give me a chance." He begged.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "With the pain you caused Mom and Christian, I really don't know."
"What about you though?" He wondered.
"I'm fine. I'm always fine." I said, leaving.

.....

Do you miss me like I miss you?
I know you do, baby.
You know you want to text me back.
Do it.
Now.
Fine, I'll have you soon enough.

These messages are going too far and I don't know what to do. I don't even know him all like that and he's steadily texting me like he's my husband, but more creepy.

I throw my phone down and lay on my bed, closing my eyes, praying for sleep. Unfortunately, my prayers aren't answered and I'm graced with insomnia. It's 2:28 and I've gotten a hold of 30 minutes of sleep and 20 more messages from Jasper. Does he spend his time on me? For what? I'm not showing interest. I haven't been showing interest for the past 3 days. What does he want from me?! He's frustrating me to no end and I just want to be left alone! I mean, come on. My brother's in the hospital with damn near crushed legs because of me, the father that abandoned me and my family lives here and found us, and now I have some stalker after me?

Will it end?

I stay up all night and my head hurts from crying at my problems. I want to see Christian but I don't know if I'll be able to get out there any time soon. I just don't feel like leaving.

A fierce knock on my door made me leave my sulking on the bed for a moment. I opened the door to see A'Brianna looking pissed, but yet concerned?

"Yes?" I asked.
"What is going on, Tristian?" She demanded.
"Christian got into an accident. He's in the hospital. My dad lives here and now he's back in our lives. That cute guy at Panera Bread is my stalker, and I'm an insomniac. Anything else you'd like to know?" I blurt.
"What?" She exclaimed. "We're talking. Now."

She lead me to the couch where we sat down together. She wrapped an arm around me and told me to spill everything.

"...and next thing I know, everything's just crashing down on my head and I don't know if I can take what's been happening these past 3 days. It's a lot to take in." I revealed.
"That's horrible, and speaking of horrible, that's what you look like. You need some sleep bad. Go on, I'll get you some NyQuil. You just lay down. I'll be right back."

When she came back, she sat on the bed and literally spoon fed me my medicine. I rolled my eyes and she patted my head.

"You know you can't tell Chris about Jasper. I'm handling that myself."
"But Tristian. That's not at all safe. Are you sure about that?" She asked, worried.
"I'm positive. Chris has enough on his plate. No need to stress him until he turns into me," I said with a humorless laugh.
"Okay but if it gets too severe, I'm going to tell him and we'll handle it, like it or not."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, sugar. I'll be in the living room watching tv so come get me when you wake up, okay?"
"Yeah. Good night, Bri."
"G'night Tris."

As I laid down, my phone buzzed. I knew I shouldn't have looked but the thought was too tempting for my curiosity to leave alone. It was a text from guess who.

Sweet dreams, princess.