Who Are You?

Chapter 2

"Go on and leave you awful piece of shit!" "Fine! I don't need you!" "Good!" The girl pushed him down, smashing everything in his presence. He got up and he walked out the door, slamming it shut right behind him. He had too much whiskey and Captain Morgan (something like that) along with a bit of the needle and a puff puff pass. Which no person in their right mind would mix that. Unfortunately, it came into affect just as that fight broke out. He lost something that he gained in a matter of a minute.

"Help! Help! This guy is dying!" I shouted throughout the neighborhood. But nobody heard me, no lights were coming on. No one helped me, I was alone. It was dead silent close to the middle of the night and I was alone. I had to do something. So I picked him up in my fragile condition and I carried him to the car. I strapped the seat belt in and I drove back home as fast as I could.
I busted open the door and I was out of breath, "please, help him!" I shouted as dad ran over. Dad used to be a doctor till he quit and started that entrepreneur business life. "Just hand him to me, I think I have my tools downstairs." I was totally out of breath, my chest felt tight and my head was spinning. And the worst part? That food poisoning is really giving a kick in my stomach along with panicking. I felt really sick, I wanted to throw up. "Honey, what happened?" Everything was blurry and spinning, the voices sounded like a room with an echo, kind of muffled too. Mom tried to talk to me but I was out of it. I was done for, it felt like the end for tonight. "Mom, she doesn't look good." Frank Jr was next to me and so was Darren. Xena was on the stairs with her arms folded. I looked straight at her with this look like I didn't expect her to be at the stairs or something. But she turned and walked away with her arms still folded. "She's sweating." I was about to puke, I couldn't handle it. I pushed everyone out of my way and I ran upstairs to the bathroom.

I woke up the next morning laying in my bed feeling like complete shit. I just stared at the ceiling as this ray of light kept moving around. "You shouldn't've brought him here." Xena said in a low angry tone, I didn't respond. "Look, I'm sorry that you feel like shit and the shit I'm doing to you is wrong but suck it up and get over it." "Just leave." I said under my breath. Frank Jr and Bee looked in the door for a bit and then they left for the bus. I decided to not sulk around all day so I took my blanket and I went downstairs and down to the cellar where Brian was. He was hooked up to machines and an IV and his eyes were closed. "I don't know why I brought him here, I don't know him that much. I just know he's the captain of the basketball team and on the varsity football team. Everything else is a mystery to me." I saw dad's notes on him. "Ten milliliter' of heroin in his body and thirty kilos of alcohol? That's a lot. I'm surprised he's not dead." And then I read more, "Also smells like smoke. Typical." I put the board down and I walked up stairs, "wait." I turned a bit cautiously, "stay." I shook my head. "Please?" He asked, "I don't think I should, knowing your girlfriend and your friends, I'd get picked on so bad not even God would give me a prayer." "I won't tell anyone." I thought about it more, "I don't trust you." "Who can I tell? Since I'm not at school, Georgia has probably told the whole school and I lost my reputation, I don't care." "It's not that simple from what you're saying. See, if you didn't have anybody to tell, you would still tell Edgar and then Edgar will tell Sophie and Sophie will tell the 'Pinkies' and then they'll tell the whole school. So your reason is invalid." He smiled, "there are things I haven't told Edgar and vice versa, why tell him I was at Amilee Fisher's house?" He asked, "Promise?" "Promise." I came back down and I pulled up a seat. "I know you wanna ask me why." "I do, why were you smoking and drinking?" I asked. "If you must know, my dad and I don't get along as much. He wants me to be the best at sports and win the Olympics and all that. Whereas, I want to be a musician." "You want to be a musician?" I asked, "on the side, I play the drums and guitar. I even have a band. We don't have a lead singer yet." We paused, "still doesn't explain why I found you passed out on the grass." "Well, there was this party last night." "On a Monday?" "The guy had to schedule it for Monday. I wasn't going to go at first but when I got into a fight with my dad, it pissed me off so much that I went to the party. Edgar wasn't there but a couple of guys from the football team were. I wasn't having a good time and when I saw alcohol, I found it as my remedy. Now, that's all I was going to do. But then, a friend of mine from the team, Greg, he showed me a blunt and asked if I wanted to. I said okay cause I was a bit lit. After that blunt, I drank more whiskey and Long Island ice teas, there were other drinks there but I wanted something strong. Then another one of the guys from the team named Jasper grabbed me into the back of the house and showed me a needle. He forced the injection in my arm and everything else after that is blurry. I do remember one thing cause I was dreaming it." "and that would be?" "I was in the middle of the room and I may have fought with Georgia." I looked at the chart again, "bruises and cuts. Did she push you down?" "She might have." I sat back down. "Were you walking back to your house?" He was thinking. "I'm trying." "Don't strain yourself." We both paused until he started feeling sick. "Is there a bucket around here?" He asked about to puke, I ran to the shelf and grabbed this empty bucket from the top shelf. "Here." Hearing him puke made me want to puke too. "I'll be back--" I ran upstairs as fast as I could and I ran to the bathroom.
"Stupid food poisoning." I washed up and I went back downstairs to the cellar. "You okay?" "Yeah, I can't be around people when they throw up or else I do as well. Also, having a nasty case of food poisoning." "Oh." "Hey, you think you can stand up?" I asked, "why?" "I just wanted to make some lunch or something later and I just wanted to know." "What time is it?" "Almost nine." He thought about it, "yeah, when the IV is finished, I can try." "Okay. You want something to drink?" "Sure."
I came back downstairs with some coffee and a small glass of water. "Why coffee?" "Xena got a hangover once and mom gave her coffee, she get better after a while." "And the water?" "The doctor told me to drink some water slowly and take it easy on eating. Mom bought sugar free Jello on her way home yesterday." "I have to ask, what caused it?" "The school's lunch. The meat was under-cooked on Friday and I got sick. Now I'm home, wasting the day away." "It was a fresh batch, wasn't it?" I nodded. "Yeah, I got sick last year and had to stay home for a couple of days. It always seems once a year, at least ten kids get sick from the school lunch." "And I had to be the ten." He smiled as the room got quiet again.