Don't Leave Me (A Bajan Canadian Fan Fiction) (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter Sixteen: I Don't Care Anymore

Chapter 16

I sat in on my bed, bouncing my legs, praying something about Rebecca would be okay. Rob walked down the stairs slowly, stopping at the corner that separates the house from my room. He shakes his hand up and down, biting his lip before entering my room. I look up.

"Mitch," he said, "We need to talk... about your health... and Rebecca." His face filled with sorrow. He looked down, before shaking his head, breathing through his nose loudly and smiling slightly.

"I can't believe I actually have to give you this," he said, looking up before frowning again slightly. He shakes his head again, tapping an envelope in his hands before walking up to me and handing it to me. I look up at him as I take it, question written across my face. I look down at it. I open it slowly. I take out the paper, before setting it on my bed.

"Rob is this some kind of sick joke?" I say, standing up. Rob shakes his head.

"Mitch you haven't been eating! Look at yourself! I can see your ribs! You need help. If this is about Rebecca, starving yourself isn't the answer. It's never the answer!" he tells me, trying to keep calm. I felt like a 15 year old girl who thinks she's so fat she starves herself. But I'm 19. Almost 20. I'm a guy. Who starves. I shake my head before I snap.

"ROB, I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYMORE! MY LIFE SUCKS! MAT IS DYING, I LOST REBECCA! SADIE DIED! I CAN'T THINK OF A SOLUTION TO MY MADNESS! I DON'T NEED HELP ROB I CAN FIX MYSELF ON MY OWN!" I yell at him. Rob's face turns to pure disgust.

"You would do this to Reegan, who you have devoted every SINGLE MINUTE TO. YOU WOULD LEAVE HER TO DIE WITH HER DAD? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS TO HER? TO YOURSELF? YOU'RE GOING TO DIE OF STARVATION, MITCH. THIS ISN'T RIGHT! THINK ABOUT REEGAN! ABOUT REBECCA! SHE COULD STILL BE OUT THERE! READ THE DAMN LETTER, MITCH. IT WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING. YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME TO SEE YOU THIS WAY," Rob yells at me, punching my ribs after he was done. He stormed upstairs and left me there, holding my ribs.

I stumble back onto my bed and fall onto my back. I pick up the letter that was by my leg. I look at it, reading every last word.

Mitch,

It's Mat. I really appreciate you taking care of Reegan while I'm in this hospital.

I hope she isn't too much of a trouble.

But I do need to tell you something.

Rob, Jerome, Preston, and Jimmy have been telling me you've been starving yourself.

Stop. Right now. If you want to do anything, at least eat food. Don't starve, it will hurt you.

So try to stop? Please? For Reegan, Rebecca, Rob, me, Jerome, Team Crafted, and your fans.

-Mat

 I take the next letter out of the bunch.

Mitch,

Hey. It's Jerome. Rob told me to write you a letter.

I knew you would start starving yourself. It was bound to happen Mitch. What I'm saying is I want you to try to stop. He asked a few people to send him letters to help you out with this.

You need to stop. Try to eat. For all of us.

Jerome

I flip through all the letters, reading all of them.