Chapter 2 I Still Miss Her

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Jack's POV

~ 17 months ago ~

I sat on my bed. I held a picture of Els in my hands. It was my favourite picture of her. It was of her on out first date. I took her to a park. She played with the ducks. But in the photo, she was laying on the green grass, smiling, showing her beautiful teeth.

I started to cry. I through the picture beside me. I put my hands over my eyes, crying deep sobs. The photo reminded me of how she loved me, and I crushed her. I smashed her against the ground, then stomped on the million little pieces of what was left of her live for me, until there was nothing left.

I became more and more sad. I walk to the bathroom, letting my thoughts take over. I grab a bottle of bleach. I knew Els didn't love me. And is she didn't love me, what point is there to live? Without thinking, I open the bottle and drank as much as I could. I clasped on the floor shaking rapidly.

Out of the corner of my closing eye I see Em walk out of her room. She instantly see's me and brakes down in tears. She drops to the floor beside me. I can beryl her her scream for dad and dad run up the stairs.

Then, everything goes black.

Jack's Dad POV

I pace around, back and forth, up and down the waiting. Finally a doctor comes out, taking of a pair of green latex gloves.

"Mr. Overland Frost?" He calls out. My eyes widen and I walk to him.

"Is he ok?" The doctor nodded.

"He had an extreme toxic poisoning in his stomach. We found large contents of bleach. We were forced to pump is stomach out." Why would Jack try to end his life? I thought he was happy.

"We prescribed some anti-depressions to insure this never happens again." I nod slowly.

"Mr. Overland do you know how long he was depressed for?''

"N... no. I didn't even know he was!"

"Well I recommend he goes to a support group," He hands me a piece of paper with the bold letters D.V.S.G on it.

"It may help his mental state." He continues. I nod and take the paper from him, shoving it in his pocket. The doctor looks down at a clip board a nurse just gave him.

"Well he is expecting to make a full recovery!" I smile and hug the doctor tightly. I released and started to laugh happy laughter.

"Thank you!"

Jack's POV

I wake up in the... hospital? No this wasn't supposed to happen! I panic and quickly sit up, breathing heavily. A couple doctors rush in to where I was, urging me to lay back down and rest.

"I need to go! This wasn't supposed to happen!" I yell. Dad and Em stand in the curtains way. Em is in tears and dad is trying to comfort her. She cries i to his coat. Dad looks at me. His eyes saying 'I love you son'. Suddenly everything goes black again.

When I wake up, I see dad looking at me.

"Dad?" I ask. My throat cracks as I speak. He wipes away some tears.

"Why Jack?" I looks at me. I try to move but wince at the pain. I put my hand to my abdomen, feeling the stitches.

"I can never be happy again dad." He starts to cry.

"And if I can't be happy or with Els, what is there to live for?'' He rubs my hand with his thumb.

"For me. For Emma. For you!" He loos at me with complete sadness.

"I still miss her dad." I tear up. He embraces me, trying to avoid my abdomen.

"I know you do son. But don't leave. Not yet." I smile at him. He wipes away my tear.

"They... umm suggested a s... support group." Support group? No way.

"Dad I'm not going to a support group!" I sternly say

"Jack they say it will help improve your mental state a lot." I sit up.

"Dad I'm fine. Trust me," He gives me a 'do it Jackson' look. I sigh on defeat.

"Fine I'll go there! But only ONE day!" I point up one finger as a 1 symbol. He nods in agreement.

"Let's get you home." He helps me out of the bed. He bring up a wheel chair so I don't rip my stitches open. He pushes me to the front desk. I see Anna sitting down on the of the seats. Our eyes linch up. I give her a 'I'm sorry for everything' look. She nods back and gives me a soft smile.

Dad wheels me away to the car. He helps me sits down.

"Let's go home Jack."

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