Chasing Suicide (BXB)

Chapter Four❦

The next morning I woke up refreshed, but cramped. I forced my eyes opened and noticed that my arm was finally free. I took this chance to sit up freely and yawn. I glanced down at the Seventeen year old boy fast asleep next to me. His long eyelashes gently touched his pink tinted, pale cheek.

"God, you're a mystery." I ran my hand through my hair and sighed, hoping Aster at least slept comfortably, and figuring that I should get up and make some breakfast.

I quietly pushed myself out of bed and walked into the kitchen area.

As I was setting the table with various cereals and milk, Aster walked in shirtless, scratching his head.

"Morning." I nodded to him and hoped that maybe today he would be more open with me after last night.

He just walked over and sat down without saying a word.

Hoping never did much for me anyways...

I sat down also and watched as he poured fruit loops and milk into his bowl. I chose corn flakes. The healthy alternative. And not the kind with sugar.

We both sat there quietly eating. It was so quiet that I could hear the crunch of the cereal as we chewed

"So hey, " I tried to think of ways to bring up the suicide issues. I haven't said anything these past few days because I wanted him to warm up to me. Before I could say anything, something inside me caused me to chicken out. I mean, I don't want to say anything that tips him off. "Uhh, I have to go shopping, so after we eat let's do that." not a complete lie.

I was trying to take my time with him, not rush anything, especially as the first person I've helped, I wanted to treat him delicately.

He nodded.

After breakfast I walked into my bedroom and changed into some faded black jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. I noticed that Aster basically wore the same outfit everyday so far. How could I not have noticed before? How could I not have asked?

Once we got into my car I decided to question it, "Hey do you need clothes?"

He sat with his palm to his face leaning against the window. He shook his head.

"Don't lie you've been wearing the same thing for three days straight."

More silence...

"Okay, we'll get you some then. I'm sorry I didn't before, you can definitely blame me." I started the engine and headed down to the shopping center.

"Any type of clothes that you like?" I glanced over.

"Aster..." I sighed. "I know you probably don't like talking, and I know you've probably heard this a million times but you need try to be a little bit more open. It is hard, trust me I know from experience and observation. I don't  want to push you but I really want to help and the first step to getting better is to let someone that you can trust in. I want you to trust me. I don't know much about your past but I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to get rid of you. I really care and I really would like to help."

He slowly shifted in his seat so that he was now facing forwards. Then he turned his head to me. "I see no point in talking."

Inwardly I was kind of happy that he said even that. Besides the fact that he seemed a bit pissed. "So," I continued, ignoring his comment, "What clothes do you like?"

He turned his face back to the window and ignored me, again.

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"This one?" I held up a pair of bright pink flare jeans to Aster. No I would never seriously get him these, I just wanted a reaction. But once again it failed, along with the bright green jeans, and banana neon yellow tank top.