Living hell

2.|| Mommy are you okay?

Jace on the left, Joe on the right x
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Jace's p.o.v

I look to my right to see Joe entering our bedroom. "Hey." He greeted shortly.

Me and Joe have shared a room for as long as I can remember. We're practically inseparable. Me, him and my mother live in a small apartment, since my mother can't afford anything else. Our dad left us when me and Joe were little, about 6 years old. He used to send a big amount of money every month to "make it up". Wich me and Joe bought expensive clothes of, so we seemed wealthy. As if that could make it up to what he did to us. Unfortunately a few months ago, he decided to come along with the money and move back in.

Our dad leaving us, wasn't a good thing for mom. It affected her a lot. Me and Joe could hear her cry every night. At 8 she still wasn't getting better. As a matter of fact, it got worse as time went by.

*flashback*

"Joey, tomorrow is our birthday." I whispered to the other side of the room as we almost fell asleep.

"We're alsmost eleven Jace," he whispered back. After a few minutes of silence he spoke up again. "Jace, I'm worried about mom. She hasn't left her room for nearly two weeks, and I can hear her crying right now."

As he stopped talking I heard her snickering in the room opposite ours. "Let's go check on her." I said as he followed me out of the room amd into hers. We entered the dark room, surpised not seeing her anywhere. Joe and I shared a confused look as he spoke up, "Bathroom maybe?" I followed him out of the room and we stopped outside of the closed room that separated us from our now full on crying mother. He knocked on the door as I called out her name.

"Mom? Are you in there?" When she heard those words leaving my mouth she stopped crying. Not a sound left the bathroom. I looked at my right to catch Joe already looking at me in fear. "MOM?!"

"MOM PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!"

"MOMMY ARE YOU OKAY?" We exclaimed, yelling louder by each sentence.

"Jace, try busting the door open, push at three." I said before starting to count down. "Ready? Okay. 1... 2... 3... NOW!" we run as fast as we could to the door, but us being only two small fragile ten - nearly eleven, may I add- year old boys, nothing really happened beside us hurting our shoulders.

"Jace, that was a stupid idea. There's a spare key in the drawer next to moms bed go get it."

I ran as fast as I could to moms room, snatched the key out of the drawer and stumbled back to the bathroom. When I got there Joe took the key out of my hands and tried to open the lock with shaking hands. He unlocked the door and slowly pulled the handle. ''JACE COME ON, HURRY!!'' I shoved him out of the way and he hit the ground with a loud thump. I opened the door with a swing and froze at the sight I was met with. I felt Joe getting up, running to our mother, holding her in his tiny hands and screaming for help.

I felt numb, I couldn't move. I felt like my throat was clogged as I tried to say something, anything. But I couldn't. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. What I saw was horrible.

There was my mom, in the bathtub. She held a blade in her left hand and her right arm completely cut open. Next to her I saw a knocked over prescription bottle, there were only a few pills left wich meant she swallowed the rest.

Then I realized what was happening. My mom attempted to commit suicide, and it might've worked. This was real, I have to take action. I ran downstairs and heared Joe cry out my name, "Jace, Jace please help. Help!" he chocked out. I grabbed the house phone and dialed 911 as fast as I could.

Everything after that seemed to go by in a blur. Before we know it we were at the hospital getting interviewed by the police as they were trying to get any sound out of me and Joe. But Joe and I didn't say a word, not to them, not to eachother.

A doctor approached us and got on his knees to get on the same level as us. "Hello there boys." he tried. My brother looked at me and I stared back into his blue eyes. He looked down at our hands and grabbed mine as if to say 'We'll go through this together'.

We looked back at the doctor, still not saying anything. "No? Still not talking?"

Nothing.

"Well I'm still going to talk, if you'd like to listen," he started. "My name is dr. Gonzalez, but you guys can call me William. I'm your mothers doctor. I have good news and bad news, wich would you like to hear first?"

Silence.

"Okay then, bad news first it is. Your mother is in a coma. Do you guys know what that means?"

Still nothing.

"Alright I'm assuming you boys know what that means, you look smart and old enough for that, right?" He said, like we were 5 year olds.

Joe and I looked at eachother thinking the same thing: 'Is this man crazy? How old does he think we are?' Honestly, I didn't even know how old we were. I made a mental note in my aching head to ask someone what time it was.

"Anyways, the good news is, we're 80% sure she'll come out of the light coma she is in. I will make sure she'll be fine if she does." I don't know what was going on in my head on that excact moment, but I let go of Joe's hand and flew wide armed at the dr. William and threw them around his broad shoulders, hugging him. A few seconds later I feel Joe doing the same. I rest my head on his shoulder and felt safe for the first time since our dad left us.