creѕтғallen ➬ g.∂ {editing}

1.1

Ever since Grayson left, I've regretted everything I said. I tried calling his phone, and even searching for him. He was no where to be found.

As I slip on my shoes with my overalls, I run out of the house and to the Doctors office. When I enter the Doctors office, I ask for Dr.Venda.

"Has Grayson stopped by?" I ask out of breath from all the running I've done.

"No, he hasn't stopped by since he last asked about his hearing aid, that was about 5 hours ago. His test is tommorow," she tells me as she types a few things on her computer.

She must be busy.

"Okay, thank you so much," I thank her as I scurry out of the building and to random stores around the area to find Grayson.

Grayson's pov

I stop by a discount store, searching for a pack of razors.

A lady moves her lips as she looks at me, but I don't acknowledge what she's saying. I don't wanna acknowledge anyone right now. I don't even wanna look at anyone. All I ever wanted to acknowledge and look at was Gracie, and now she's gone. All because I'm a stupid freak who's deaf and causes chaos.

I grab the pack of razors and examine them.

Do I really wanna end my life? I'd lift a burden off if everyone for sure.

I then feel a hand touch my shoulder. I tense up.

It's the same lady as before, I drop the razors and leave the store.

Maybe I should visit Ethan, I mean I can't just leave my brother and not say a word to him.

--
As I enter the Hospital, I take the elevator to his floor and enter his room as I'm greeted with a very bored Ethan. His eyes scanning the T.V as he huffs and puffs.

"Hey little bro," Ethan greets.

"H-how's it going in here?" I ask.

"It's dead in here dude, I just wish I had a future. I mean, Grayson, you have a future."

The doctor cut Ethan off as she gestured me into the hallway.

"Look, you're Grayson, Ethan's brother right?" She asks.

"Yeah, why? Is something wrong?"

"Look, Ethan's in a critical state, somehow his heart has started beating slower and slower," she sighs.

My heart instantly drops.

As I rush back into Ethan's room, his face shoes nothing but pure sadness. He doesn't look not one bit happy about what's going on. I mean who would be happy?

I came here to say goodbye it wasn't supposed to be the other way around!

--
Ethan ended up having to go back to surgery. Maybe this will grant him luck, and he'll end up surviving and fulfilling his dreams.

I scurry back to the store I was in, picking up the razors that was left in its place, hidden under the can of paint on the floor.

I buy the razors and exit the store.

As I'm walking from the store, 4 guys surround me.

Their mouths move, but yet do I acknowledge them.

All I do is keep walking until I feel a pair of hands grab me and turn me around.

"Tough guy huh?" I see the guy says, his lips revealing a cocky smirk.

I then look around to see the guys who circled me laughing.

One guy says, "Hey, Devin, he's one of the fags. Look at him enjoying your lips man."

"Hey, Faggot! What happened? Your brother wanted you to get a bunch of dolls so you can play together?" The guy laughs nudging my arm a little.

I clench my fist, until one of the guys fall back with force. A familiar girl steps into view, Gracie.

"Leave him alone or I'll cut all your dicks off!" Gracie yells.

When I look at her lips, the way the words glide off of her tongue is interesting. If only I can listen to the voice that speak those smart words.

"Look Grayson, I'm sorry about what I said. I regret everything I said."

Gracie's pov

"I forgive y-you, just don't leave me again. You broke me," he mumbles.

His words come out as stutters, his voice quivers as he looks down.

I never realized that he was now holding my hand, looking into my eyes.

"Promise?" He asks, his eyes showing pure sadness, a little hope in his eyes.

"I will never leave you Grayson, I love you with all of my heart."

---
Grayson wanted to stop by the hospital for Ethan.

The doctors wanted me to sit in the waiting area because apparently I wasn't family.
What shocks me about the next few moments kills me slowly.

Grayson comes through the doors, blood all over his hands, as his eyes are filled with tears. His eyes show pure pain.

Grayson doesn't do anything but cry, his chest heaving up and down, and his sobs coming out louder. He's choking on his own tears, his eyes red and snot falling from his nose.

"Grayson! What happened, talk to me," I whisper as I hold him in my arms. My white shirt being covered with the blood from his hands.

"W-white, w-white. White, white," Grayson repeats.

"Grayson I don't understand, what does that mean?!" I feel a few tears fall from my eyes at the view in front of me. Grayson is hysterical.

"White, white. In a rose t-that's all red, o-one p-petal is white," Grayson sobs, his words come out forced. His voice shaking as it's hard for him to properly speak. Even to breath, "he wanted to fly,"