Growing up (Get Scared Fanfic)

Demons

Johnny's POV.

We sat in the waiting room. Everything was so quiet. The white walls gave me chills down my spine. 

Why did he do this? Does he think he's not good enough? I need to help him. Asking if he's okay isn't enough if he's gonna lie to everyone. I wish that he would tell the truth. I know what he's feeling. I know what it feels like to feel like total shit every day and not want to get out of bed because you think nobody wants you around. It's terrible...

I glanced over at Lloyd. He fell asleep with his head resting on his palm. I guess the amount of panic he went through plus having to sprint for quite a distance wore him out to exhaustion. I never expected him to be the kind of person who would get so worked up in stressful situations. He seems to be emotionally calmer, more optimistic. I know he has some issues with anxiety and a really minor case of depression, but I didn't think it would cause him to not even be able to tell when someone's breathing.

Two people walked in. A lady with blonde hair and a man with a receiving hair line. They looked worried, upset and a bit confused. I wonder if they're Nick's parents. I've never been to his house, so I wouldn't know. I patted Lloyd's knee so he would wake up. As he awoke, he looked at the couple.

"Hello, Bradley," the lady said. Yep, Nick's parents.

"Hi," he replied.

"What happened?" Nick's dad asked.

"We're not really sure," Lloyd answered. He's lying. He knows exactly why Nick passed out. He knows why he's hospitalized. He knows why he could've died.

"Oh, Well we better pray that every thing turns out okay," Mrs. Matthews said.

No one replied. I guess Lloyd isn't religious; I know I'm not.

Don't they notice that their own son is killing himself everyday. Haven't they realized that he doesn't eat. What kind of parents are they? He's dying! Not even my dad would go months with out realizing that his kids are starving themselves. He looks sickly. I know I hadn't really noticed either, but I don't see him everyday. I don't know anything about what he's gone through. 

They sat in the chairs across from us. He grabbed her hand and held it, resting it on her knee. I saw Lloyd looking at me in the corner of my eye. I turned my head to face him. 

"Do you think he'll be okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure everything will be okay," I said.

About ten minutes later, a nurse walked in. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Matthews?" she said.

"That would be us," Mr. Matthews replied, "Is Nicholas gonna be okay?"

"Yes, he'll be okay."

"Oh Thank God!" Mrs. Matthews sighed with relief. 

"We ran some blood tests," the nurse stated, "He seems to be extremely malnourished. Have you noticed any changes in his appetite or eating habits?"

"Well, we never get to see him eat because we don't get home until around 7:30 pm. And when we're home he always says he already ate. Then on the weekends he spends the day with his friends," Nick's mom replied. 

"Has he ever been diagnosed with depression?"

"No."

I need to say something. Lloyd needs to say something. Nick doesn't eat and we know that. Why aren't we saying anything?

"Do you know if there's anything that might have caused him to starve himself?" she asked.

Lloyd's Pov.