You're My Reason Why (Boyxboy) #Wattys2016

Chapter One

*Picture is of Eric*

"He's waking up!" My eyes fluttered open and I quickly shut them when the brightness hit. I groaned and rolled over in my bed. Wait . . .

My eyes shot open and I looked around the white room. My mother ran over to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, honey! You're alive! We were all so worried!" she cried. I awkwardly wiggled my way out of her death grip and she gave me a death glare. "Don't be like that! I almost lost my son and you act like I'm not supposed to hug you!" I didn't answer, I just stared down at the blanket.

"Honey, maybe we should let the doctor know that he's awake," my father said. I looked up at him and he glanced at me. He looked sort of guilty and he wouldn't look at me. Why does he feel guilty? He's the one who always said I was doing it for attention. Does he actually believe me now? Mom and Dad left my room to go get my doctor and I put my hand on my neck. I winced at the burning feeling when I touched the rope burns. I guess hanging myself was pretty stupid. . .I mean, I didn't think anyone would find me. But I probably should've done something else. I sighed at these thoughts and the doctor came in.

"Hello, Mr. Grim. I'm Dr. Robin. I would like to ask you some questions." I nodded and she gave me a sad smile.

"Now first off, why did you try to kill yourself?"

I shrugged and said, "Life isn't really working out for me. . ." I trailed off and she sighed.

"Eric, you're a teenager. All teenagers feel that way. Or at least most of them do. You shouldn't kill yourself though! Why would you even think of that option?!" she said.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Save your breath, I've heard this all from my therapist." She sighed and shook her head.

"Well, I've talked to your family and your brother would like to talk to you. He's the one who saved you, I would thank him if I were you," she said. I rolled my eyes again and she walked out of the room. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and I sat up in my bed and crossed my arms.

"Knock, knock." Connor, my brother, came in and smiled at me. "Hey, little brother." I glared at him and he sighed. "What's with the death stare?"

"Why the fuck did you save me?!" I screamed.

He glared at me and said, "Um, I don't know, maybe because you're my brother!? I don't want to loose you!" he said. I shut my mouth and looked down at my blanket again. Connor came over next to my bed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

He gave me a half smile and said, "Don't say sorry, we should be sorry. You told everyone your plan but no one listened. I'm so sorry, I thought it was just a phase you were going through. Dad obviously thought the same thing and Mom. . .well she didn't think you were capable of doing this."

I nodded and sighed.

"So when can I get out of here?" He bit his lip.

"Eric, you can't just get out of here after attempting suicide. They don't want you to try it again. You either have to be with one of us 24/7 or go to a hospital."

I groaned and said, "Fucking hell! I can't stand to be near my friends for more than an hour, how the hell am I going to do this?!"

He sighed and said, "Don't worry, Mom and dad have work so it will mostly be me."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah, that makes it so much better." Connor looked kind of hurt when I said that. I looked down at my blanket again and said, "I'm sorry. . ." He shrugged and mumbled something I couldn't hear. "What?"

"It's fine, I know you hate people anyway."

"I don't hate people, I just don't like most people." Connor rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Whatever, I'm going to go, you should get some rest." I nodded and he walked out of the room. Now I finally have time to think. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"What next?" I whispered. I don't see any reason to be alive. I was so close to being dead. To be honest, I did have a moment of second thoughts. That's how I got the rope burns, I struggled but then I just gave up. I finally accepted my fate but then Connor had to come ruin it. Now it's time to make a choice. Do I want to live? I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair. This is giving me a headache. I finally just shut my eyes and decided to do what Connor said.

"Sweetheart, it's time to get up," I heard my Mom say. I groaned and opened my eyes. I saw Mom standing there with a smile on her face. She handed me a neon green tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. She left for me to get dressed after the nurse took out all the needles and wires attached to me. I got out of bed and changed my clothes. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair. I then put my glasses on. I walked out to the waiting room and Mom ran up to me.

"We signed you out already," Mom said. I nodded and was about to leave when Mom asked me, "Can I have a hug?" I looked around and everyone was staring at us. I sighed and awkwardly wrapped my arms around her. She started to cry into my shoulder, telling me how sorry she was.

"It's okay, Mom," I said. She pulled back and smiled at me. We walked out to the car and had a silent drive home.