A boy called Joey

13

My mom once told me that you always had to do, not wish. To always try, no matter how hard it is never give up. Seeing my family upset because of me was something I had to stop, happiness is what I'd have to bring not wish for. Watching over them I think about my life. The day my father left us. When my grandfather died, when I met Joey and the day I died. You never know what you had until your gone. Joey was the one I had, my mom, my sister all of them. So many years are passing and I've still not managed to bring them happiness. My mom sits at the table eating chocolate cake everyday even my sister is upset. She never leaves her room, she never has friends over or goes to friends houses. And Joey, he cuts. I cry and scream every time he does it. I'm suddenly pulled down by a weight. My eyes open and I feel pain. I look around me and see cords and tubes attached to my body, I hear the people talking around me.

"Hello sweetie it's so nice to see your awake, we will let your mother in."
It was all a dream, the screaming, the torture, I'm finally awake.
I lean forward and see my mom.
"Mom!" I cry as she runs to me and hugs me crying. I look out the window of my room and see Joey. I look at my mom to let him in and for her to leave.
"Joey I need to tell you something" I say as he walks in slowly looking at the ground.
"I love you Joey" he looks at me shocked and walks over to my body and kisses me hard. I don't let go of him, I never want to let go.
" I, I thought I lost you" he says in between sniffles.
" I'd never give up" he kisses my cheek and holds my hand tightly.