Putting the Pieces Together

Chapter 4

A/N SOO HII I am trying to keep up with updating and everything. But I'm so lazy. So right now as I am writing this it is (December 31st I believe it was) 1:52 am according to my clock. Make that 1:53 am. Now I think I'm uploading it later because I'll work on it at different times an- "GET ON WITH THE STORY!" Okay, okay. Fine. (Ps now it is 12:46 am 2014 OMG) This will be a very boring chapter by the way ha. :p

(Jerome's POV)

I packed all of our stuff into the car. We drove to the airport, which wasn't too far. Yet it seemed like it was a thousand miles away. We drove in silence. Mitch just looked out the window, most likely deep in thought. I wonder about what. It was none of my business anyways I guess. But he is my best friend. I would hate to see anything happen to him, I care about him too much. I recalled what I just stated in my mind. I did love Mitch. Those feelings I had were love. I never knew that I had these feelings. But I can't think about that now. I had to drive to the airport. For Mitch, my love.

(Mitch's POV)

Everything happened so fast. Jerome and I almost kissed... No. He didn't mean for it to happen. Yet, I felt like he wanted to. I can't let myself get brought up by a happy and fairy tale-like thought. And my parents. Kayleigh has a hard time explaining what happened. But I interpreted that she said that out parents were hit head on by a drunk driver. It hasn't been decided yet if they were also drunk. The drunk victim was instantly killed. Funny how you make just one bad decision, and your whole life comes tumbling down. If I would have visited them that day for my dad's birthday, maybe my life wouldn't be a fucking mess. I heard Jerome's sweet voice flutter it's way into my ear drum. He was calling my name?

"What?"

"We're here, biggums." He got out of the car, and I got out as well. It was cold outside, wind blowing at a moderate speed towards my face. (This isn't the news station.) it's a good thing I have an excuse to wear the hoodie inside.

(Jerome's POV) (such short POVs)

We got onto the plane okay. No problems with security or anything. Mitch kept on zoning out the whole time, so it was pretty quiet. But out of nowhere, he asked something.

"Jerome?"

"Yes, Mitch?" He looked as if he was thinking about how to say it.

"W-what if they... Aren't alright?" His eyes filled up with tears, but he seemed to be forcing them to stay in. I gently grabbed his shoulders, and looked him into his deep brown eyes.

"Don't think like that. I'm sure they'll be fine. But until we know when they'll get better, we have to just think optimistically." I pulled him in for a hug. It was a long hug, and I enjoyed it so much. I didn't want it to ever end. I noticed people giving occasional glances at us, so we pulled away. It was amazing while it lasted, I guess. When we got on the plane, the plane ride was about 4 hours, so we had a while. I assumed that Mitch would sleep, since he barely could keep his eyes opened. I guess I would try and sleep, or listen to music. I just want to get there to show Mitch that they are fine. I can tell he feels like the blame is on his shoulders. I don't understand why he would think that. I guess I zoned out for a while, because it has already been ten minutes. And Mitch was already asleep, but I don't feel the least bit tired. I guess it's music time.

(Mitch's POV) (oh GAWD I'm sorry that it's boring AHSKSKOSJAKSJAKSKA)

I fell asleep immediately, having not have gotten any sleep since the incident. (I don't think that sentence makes sense, but YOLO) I knew I was bound to have a nightmare, since it was one of the reasons I didn't want to sleep.

*Dream or nightmare or WHATEVER*

I was in a room. It was white, with a white bed in the middle. There was a loud constant noise, and I wanted to know what it was. I walked up to the bed, only to find covers over top of an unknown object. I slowly lifted the sheet up, only to find my mom and dad. I got excited to see them.

"Mom! Dad! I'm so sorry this happened to you. It was all my fault. I should have visited."

My mom lifted her hand up to me. I tried to take it, only to find that she grabbed my neck.

"You don't deserve to live. You did this to us! Your father is dead and you don't deserve the Hughes family name. You are a disgrace. To and kill yourself." She let to of her grip, and I struggled to stay standing. I got dizzier. I saw Kayleigh come in. She saw me and walked out. I ran out and went to see her, only to find her next to the door sitting down. I sat next to her.

"What's wrong? I'm your brother, you can tell me anything." She looked at me, then she slowly lifted up her sleeves. She had burn marks all over her arms.

"You're not the only one who has secrets, Mitchell." I was stunned by what she said.

"What do you mean? Who did this to you?"

"I know your secrets. Every one of them. I told mom. She doesn't support gays, Mitchell." How did she know? Why did she tell our mother?

"W-why would you do that?" She took out a black rectangular object. Her eyes became red, and her face was seemingly melting off in a way.

"You've wanted this. So I am going to do it for you. Jerome never loved you, you know. He told me. That day when we were kids playing basketball." I couldn't even look at her. This wasn't real. It can't be.

"Wait. What are you doing for me?" She smiled unsettlingly, and flipped open the box. She took out what I thought was in my suitcase. But she had it in her hands. My old friend. The blade looked as of it was shining. It was like a star in the sky at night. If stars were covered in used blood. My blood, to be exact. She stood up and rolled up my sleeves. My old cuts were still there, but she didn't seem surprised by them at all. She moved the blade closer to my wrist. The doctors weren't there. No one was. It dug into my skin, deeper than I could ever imagine. It stung more than when I broke my arm. She cut my vein. She kept going. I screamed, but no one heard me. I got dizzy, and the blood was covering my top and pants. Kayleigh was laughing in a disturbing way. I heard the same noise I heard on the beginning, only it sped up more and more. Suddenly, the beeping went to a constant pitch. (Wait what? I don't know how to say it I'm so sorry) My mother was dead, but that was the least of my worries. I was going to die. To my own sister.

(Jerome's POV)

I was listening to Pierce The Veil (SPONSOR) when I noticed Mitch tossing and turning in his sleep. He was.. Crying? The plane was quite loud, so I was the only one who could really hear him (don't ask me how I don't know). I tried to shake him, but that only disturbed him more. He was mumbling something. He was dreaming about his mother? I he'd to wake him up. He can't be even more afraid about what is going to happen at the hospital. I called his name. It took a while, but he finally woke up. He was breathing heavily. I hugged him, and told him that it was alright now. His heavy breathing slowed down after a while. He must have had a really bad nightmare for him to do this. He always had nightmares, but he never cried after them. I feel so bad for him. I hope the plane ride ends soon. Yet, I don't want to stop hugging him. I stroked his smooth hair, and looked out the window. We had about two and a half more hours to go. (I don't know how :D) Please let his parents be alright. Please.

(A/N) I feel like this is really short. I'm sorry if it was boring. I tried to add excitement in there, but it obviously didn't work. I'm so sorry I didn't update in a while. I have terrible excuses like family drama and homework and sleepovers and depression and shit. Sorry if I made mistakes in this story. I tried to fix any problems, but I'm not the best speller or writer as you can see. I love you all STAY TATERY MY TATERTOTS