I cant hear you... But I wish I could

Chapter Fifty (50)

Tylers p.o.v

(Two Week. Time skip)

Owens arm and leg casts' are off, and he is now walking, I dont know what to say, because hes not mad, but maybe upset with himself because two weeks ago, when we where on the couch.

Sighing, I sat on the rug, in front of the couch, Owen all the way on the other side.

"Can you come here and not be so far away from me?" I huffed, crossing my arms like a child, hes been like this all week. He wouldnt even talk to me no more, but he still wore the chains, so thats good I think, right?

Sighing, again. I got up and went to the kitchen, pulling out some orange juice, pouring some into a cup and drinking it.

"Want to go do something?" I poked my head out from behind the kitchen pillar, he finally looked up, nodding. "Want to see if my mom will come with us shopping?" he looked in thought, nodding.

Going to get a sweater, I went up to my room, and Owen walked right passed me.

Owens p.o.v

How can he not be mad, how can he not be disgusted with me?

Its inhumane at how I cant... It wont,

I felt like breaking down in tears, but I couldnt, I couldnt because Tyler was here. "Can you come here and not be so far away from me?" Tyler huffed, but I didnt look up at him, instead I looked at the crazy math questions.

I looked up and saw him walk to the kitchen, is he mad at me? I mean I havent showed any real affection towards him since two weeks ago, since he planned a special night for me. Since he got me an expensive chain, and I in return got him poop.

"Want to go do something?" he poked his head out from behind the wall blocking the kitchen from the rest of the house, I actually looked up--feeling bad--nodding. "Want to see if my mom will come with us shopping?"

His mom is so nice, and she treats me like her own. I can see where Tyler gets that trait from.

Nodding, I almost wanted to smile, because I saw how much it affect Tyler when I didnt talk to him. When I ignore him. And he doesnt care whether or not I can get up.

He said he didnt care, he said he would still love me even if. Maybe Im blowing everything out of proportion. Maybe he was lying, maybe he did care and didnt love me, maybe he thought I was gross.

I watched him go up the stairs, and I did too, I dashed right passed him. I shut my door, and cried.

Im poisoning my own brain or maybe my brains poisoning me.

He loves you.

He loves you.

He loves you.

He doesnt love you.

He doesnt love you.

He hates you.

Hes repulsed by you.

Hes waiting for you to die.

"No" I whispered, grabbing my chain "No," I hit my head with my hand, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I kept hitting myself in the corner of my room in the fetal position. "He loves you Owen. He loves you, he told you yesterday and the day before that, and before, and before!" I harshly told myself, smacking myself.

'No he doesnt, he never will. He feels bad for you, hes only pittying you. You have issues,'

"No I dont," I sobbed, picking at my arms, "Im OK" I picked some more, picking the flesh away, but it wasnt working as much as I hoped. So I crawled to my bed, and got on all fours looking underneath it, I pulled out the photo album.