Find Happiness Ian

NOTE: If you don't want to see two guys kiss (well a guy kiss a guy 'accidentally'), don't read this. If you don't like er, slight violence, don't read this.

The chapter also ended up longer than intended so if you read the whole thing, congrats. :P

This was my first attempt at making a sad fiction, so hopefully you'll like it, and please review/comment me on your thoughts. Thanks. :D

An Ian Hecox POV;

I see it, a plain white wall above me. Under me lays a thick mattress illuminating light colors of gray, blue, and black; I feel it. To the right, another wall, and the other side, a wall further from me. Up I look again, a ceiling.

Cotton cushion is hiding under my head. I appreciate the comfort it's trying to give me, even though my soft, dark brown hair deceives it. My emotions are swelling up, I don't understand what's going on; I just need comfort from someone rather than something.

I currently have no sharp objects around me, not even my nails. All I really have are soft objects, which help prevent me from rotting my skin. Thank the heavens though that I do have God, too. I wouldn't even be here without Him, or that especial one woman…

That woman, who just had to go.

I told people through the phone a little while ago to not talk to me much just so I could think of her. Her, defining an acceptably hilarious personality. All cheers and laughs, though weak in her posture and health. She had medium-length short hair, slightly pale with her Persian green eyes. I would say she was just 4 inches shorter than me, but I give all credit to dad for my height.

Mentioning my dad, he was the one who sent me the news. He was the one who witnessed it too. It started this afternoon, just after lunchtime with Smosh had been recorded. Just before I headed out the door with Anthony, my phone rang. I picked it up just as Anthony left to the garage to prepare his car to take myself and him home.

"Is this Ian?" I hear, once I pressed the green phone sign on my touch screen. "Yes this is Ian. Who's this?" I say, bluntly. I wasn't in the mood to talk, I was tired and full from the large burger I ate. "This is your dad. Ian, I have something important to tell you." I then suddenly become distressed. "Oh! Dad. What do you need to tell me?" "Er, well Ian. Before I say this, this…," I feel uneasy sniffling coming from the phone, "It happens. Okay? Everyone eventually has to go. I-I'm not sure how to say this. It was all natural! Unexpected, but you know, she was weak... You loved her, I understand, but Ian…" Suddenly I hear bawling, "Um, dad? Daad? Respond to me." "Ian. She's gone now. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about. I can't bare mention her at a time like this." I hear a slight pause. My legs and arms are completely stiff. My hand I'm holding my phone with shivering though. "I'm so, terribly sorry Ian. I have to go now."

My legs and arms are shivering just remembering what happened earlier. Remembering everything that happened today, my face had blushed and my breath picked up pace; not too quickly however. The same actions happened earlier today, too. My phone fell once he hung up; my hand was the one who released it. Then I collapsed onto the chair from lunchtime. I smack my head on my hand which were lying on my knees, and other arm surrounded the back of my head. I knew exactly who my dad was talking about; the only woman who'd accept me.

I grab the sheets of my blanket, forcing myself not to cry; I wanted to only weep lightly since I've cried enough today. But I basically almost couldn't, not when I memorized that moment. That moment Anthony walked in after waiting patiently in the garage for me. "Ian, are you coming or what?" he said, while he opened the door to the living room. He trotted to me though once he said, "Umm Ian?" Afterwards, he sat on the chair besides me. He placed his hand on my head, and mumbled, "Ian, what's wrong?" to my ear. Unconsciously, I pounded his wrist off my hand. Hard. "Oww! Dude, what's your problem?" And he slightly pushes my head. It triggers some sort of murderous feel inside of me, making me lift my head high enough to see Anthony's upper sleeves and push his shoulders. I immediately stood up and grabbed his hair, facing his face towards me. I felt the need to punch him, although… he looked mortified. Then suddenly… sympathetic.