Mistakes [Second Book]

forty nine

*three weeks later*

Daniel's POV

Three weeks. Twenty-one days. Five-hundred and four hours. That's how long I've been in this state of depression. I was released from the hospital a week after being emitted, and now I just sit in my room with the light off and the only sound being the silent sobs escaping my mouth every so often.

The only thing keeping me alive is the hope that it will get better. Because it will, right? It has to. But for now, I can't leave my room. I can't even go to my lectures or eat. No matter how hard Hope tries, it's no use. I'm a lost cause.

One day I got so upset I threw my phone off the balcony. I watched as it smashed into a million tiny pieces along with my entire life. The event pleased me, knowing the only way anyone would be able to contact me was in person.

Nobody came.

Not one single soul entered my apartment, except for Hope. Even Hope rarely came around anymore. She claims to care, but it doesn't really seem like she does. I'm breaking and she's too busy building herself up to even glue a tiny fragment of me back in place.

My cheeks have hollowed and the bags under my eyes only seem to be growing larger. When you experience great trauma, it's hard to get the images out of your head. Everything reminds you of what happened. When you close your eyes, it's all you see. When you open your eyes, it's all you think about. But I'm fine. If I keep telling myself that, it'll become true, right?

My mind begins to wander to one specific person I don't want to think about. Joseph Michael Graceffa. How is it that he has ruined my life, yet I can't forget about him and move on? Why can't I just kick him out of my heart and onto the curb? What's holding me back?

You love him, you idiot, my subconscious reminds me,  causing me to mentally slap her. I shake my head, ridding of all thoughts before I feel my eyes slowly drift shut, until suddenly the images aren't as clear and my thoughts of one specific boy take over.

My body jolts awake at the sound of banging on my apartment door. Immediately, my thoughts turn negative. What if it's a murderer? Is it someone out to get me? What if it's...Christian? I shake my head and stand up slowly, my body carrying me shakily towards the door. My hand grips onto the doorknob cautiously and I open the door a small crack, peeking through.

As soon as I see who it is, my heart stops beating. My breathing stops and immediate pain and sadness grips my heart.

Why is Joey Graceffa at my door at 3am?

(a/n: oNE MORE CHAPTER HELP ME.)