Warning- If you do want to die from a broken heart, then continue reading. You can unfollow me afterwards. Just know I love you anyway..... This is probably the end because this book sucks......
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I was sitting in the hospital chair looking at my hands, lost in thought. I just finish answering policemen's millions of questions they had to ask me about the mystery man. My parents freaking out, calling relatives, and crying in the process. Hayes and Sky are being checked out for any serious issues with them.
It's been three hours sitting in the same spot, in the same chair, but new people coming into the emergency room. My mind is completely blank irrelevant to any normal person in this situation.
They would be panicking, having billions of thoughts crossing their minds. I, on the other hand, have no idea what to think about anymore, my brother Will sitting next to me, trying to snap me out of the state of blankness I was in. Everything around me was in slow motion, I'm not able to think straight, not able to process what has happened. Suddenly, I felt buzzing in my front pocket.
"Hello?" I asked at the unknown number.
"N-Nash, come h-home I need you," the person said weakly.
"Why, who is this?" I asked stepping out of the waiting room.
"It's C-Cameron, I-I have t-to t-tell you s-something," he said breath hitching in between each word.
With that, I just walk out of the hospital and to my car. I immediately head over to Cameron's house. I park in his driveway and go up to his house. I could shake the words he said out of my head, it's probably not that bad. It's not like he's admitting something to me.
Anyway, I knock on the door, but there was no answer, I tried to open the door and it was open. I walked in and see Cameron at the top of the stairs stare down at me. He didn't move a muscle, it was almost like he was scared to be close to me. I walked up to him and I can tell he was crying, with his tear-stained cheeks. His face flushed from all color when he looked into my eyes.
"Before I say it, can I hug you first?" He asked quietly.
"Sure, I guess," I said raising an eyebrow.
He hugged me tightly, almost spine breaking. He cried in my shoulder and digging his nails into my back. I felt him bit my earlobe, I don't know why, but I felt tingly all throughout my body. I look into his eyes, which were clouded with fear and sadness. He took my hand and sat me down on the bed. I look up at him and he was oddly enough keeping his distance. He bits his lip and begins to speak.
"Nash, I want you to know this friendship was amazing, and that I love you more than life itself, so um let me start out with the first thing, I-I-I," he said struggling to say it.
"Go on, I'm listening," I said nervously.
"I-I-I broke up with my girlfriend today," he said in tears.
"What why?!" I asked standing up,"I thought everything was going great."
"I-It was, but when I told her the reason she freaked out," he said leaning against the wall.
"What was the reason?" I asked walking closer.
"You're going to need to sit down for this," he said pushing back on the bed.
I was nervous, what does he mean by this friendship was amazing? Why is he so worried to tell me? Why is he so distant? Those question kept buzzing around my head like bees in a hive. I wish I could read that insane mind of his. I wish I could ease his pain from whatever is bothering him.
"I can't say it!" He exclaimed.
He started to tug on his brown locks of hair. He wipes some sweat from his now pale face. I couldn't take the suspense anymore, it was slowly killing me, like he's torturing me. I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. His jaw clenches, suddenly tensing up. I see him clenching his fists, so tightly that his knuckles go white. I put my other hand around them, which makes him relaxes a little bit.
"Don't be afraid, just say it," I whisper in his ear.
He give me that spine breaking hug, which slowly choked me, but I isn't care. He cried more, if that was even possible. He was hoarding all this sadness inside of him for quite some time that it's all being let out all at once. Why was he so upset? Is there a way to ease his pain? God, give me a sign.
"N-Nash, you need to sit because you won't be able to handle it," he said quickly.
I signed and sat down, waiting for him to say it already. He walked over and kneeled down until he was in between my legs. Without warning, his lips crashed into mine. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed me harder. I tried to pushed him off, but he was stronger than me. I felt his other hand trailing my sides. I felt a tear run down my face, feeling absolutely disgusting.
When he pulled away, I slapped him across the face. He fell to the ground and I kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. He whimpered in pain, pleading for me to stop, but why would I listen to a fag like him. I picked him up by the hair and pinned him against the wall.
"You conniving slut!" I yelled slapping him again,"How could you do this to me?!"
"I-I'm sorry Nash, I could take the hiding anymore," he whispered.
"I never want to see you anymore, I hope you die, I don't care how, but I hope it's the painful way you can think of, you gay demon!" I said slamming him against the wall.
I left him in him laying in the floor. I have no feeling left, I regret none of the things that I say. He turned to this practice, I'm just giving him a reality check.
