Bliss

Chapter 11: Home

Dom's POV:

When I wake up, Matt is gone. I wish that he would have woken me up to say goodbye... But I can't stop thinking about what he said...

 "You know what? I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love you, Dominic. And hearing you talk about how you're so certain that you're going to die? It's killing me too!"  

Killing him too... That could mean a couple of different things, all of which I don't want to think about. 

Sometimes I feel like I'm a burden to everyone around me, like it's best for me to die. Hell, I've even thought about killing myself. Just leaving everyone and everything behind. I'd only feel guilty about leaving Matt.

I- I couldn't leave Matt. 

Matt's POV:

It took awhile, but dad won the court case and has full custody. I'm glad mostly because he's keeping the house and mom is just going to move out. Paul is taking me back tomorrow. I finally get to go home. I'm excited because I haven't slept in a real bed for over a month. But for tonight, I'm just sitting in the middle of Paul's living room playing guitar. I've given up on writing Dom a song. I just can't think of anything good, so I've just been writing songs that I don't even know what they're about. That's how most of my songs are. I just write down whatever sounds cool. 

My phones buzzes in my pocket and I take it out to see what it is. It's a text from Chris.

Hey I'm hanging with Tom and Kelly at my place. You should swing by if you can.

I may as well. I don't really have anything better to do at the moment. 

"I'm gonna go hang out with Chris and Tom for awhile," I call out.

"Be back by 10:30!" Paul shouts back.

I put on my red converse and grab my black Nirvana hoodie. The walk to from Paul's place should be about 20 minutes, but I run most of the way. I arrive at Chris's flat, out of breath and my knee throbbing. I knock on the door and it opens a few moments later. 

"How was the marathon?" Tom jokes, motioning me inside.

"Very funny," I say, still gasping for air. I lie down on the floor in the middle of the living room.

"What are you doing?" Chris sighs.

"Shh..." I place a finger to my lips. "I hurt."

I lie on the floor for about 15 minutes while the others talk. I sit up and rub my chest. It's still sore around the areas where I broke my ribs. Then I notice something strange; the other three have stopped talking and are just look at me. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for some sort of explanation. After a few moments of silence, Kelly speaks up.

"So is this Dominic guy you're always talking about and hanging out with your boyfriend?" she asks.

"What?" I say, furrowing my brow.

"Dude, we already know," Tom scoffs.

"Know what?" I snap. "What are you assuming?"

"Wow," Chris laughs. "You're so far into the closet that you've found Narnia."

I just scoff in response. I mean, he's right. "Whatever." I lie back down and close my eyes. "Wish," I mutter under my breath.

"Huh?" Kelly asks, leaning forward.

"I wish that he was my boyfriend."

Dom's POV:

I wake up, shaking and drenched in sweat. It was just a dream. I look over at the clock next to my bed. It's almost 4 am. I know I'm not going to fall back asleep. Not after a dream like that... I turn to my side and bring my knees up to my chest. I lie there looking out the window, waiting for the sun to rise. After awhile, soft shades of orange and purple start streaking the sky. I've always loved sunrises. 

I hardly even move until around 7, and that's only because a steady stream of blood starts running down my face. At least I'm not vomiting as often as before...

I spend my morning listening to music and trying to write songs. They're never any good, but I enjoy it anyway. I'd try to write one for Matt, but even if I did I could never work up the courage to show it to him. Mostly because I'm insanely tone deaf and my voice is shit. I just wish that I could start drumming again. I really enjoyed it and could spend hours at my set. It was something that I was actually good at. Aside from drumming, I don't really have any talents. Come to think of it, I haven't played in over a year. I can easily say it's what I miss most about being healthy. Well, aside from the whole not having cancer thing...

It's almost 5 and Matt hasn't visited. I can understand if needs some space after what happened yesterday. The day was boring like everyday. Absolutely nothing of significance happened. I spent most of the day sleeping after I got another round of chemo. It always makes me insanely tired. I'm woken up around 6 by my doctor.

"I have good news, Dominic!" he says, taking a seat next to me.

"What is it?" I yawn, sitting up.

"You'll have to come back for treatment, but you're doing well enough to go home for awhile!"

Home? If I was anyone else, I would have been excited. 

It's just that I don't exactly have a home to go to...