Broken // Bughead

Chapter 5

AN: Okay so I'm writing this right after writing the last part but I just wanted to clear things up if there's been any confusion. Jughead was watching himself and Betty when him mother left with Jellybean. Okay bye. (:

Betty POV:

They wouldn't let me ride with him in the ambulance. They told me he was barely alive, and the only thing that could save him was himself. The next few days passed, and I can't remember even a second of them. It's like that feeling, when you're stupidly happy, and you feel giddy, but then you realize something and it's just "oh". Then the world stops around you and you wonder how everyone around you can seem so happy when something so terrible had just happened. The world passes you by and nothing matters anymore; you spend the next few days on autopilot and block away your feelings, and you almost drown in the numbness. But the pain is still there, in the back of you mind, haunting you wherever you go. Except this time it is much, much worse.

  I was the one to call his mom and tell her what happened. She was distraught. She told me he felt guilty for leaving him, and not being there for him when FP was arrested. In all honesty, I think she could've been better to Jughead, or even made an effort to call him instead of him calling her. But, hell, I can't say much. I'm the reason Jughead is in a coma, I'm the reason for those scars on his wrists. I'm the reason he's nearly dead.  Anyway, she came down to Riverdale, along with Jellybean, but she only stayed for a few days. I remember the words she said as she left. "Betty, look, I know this is hard for you. It is for me but I need you to say goodbye to Jughead. I love my son so much but I simply can't afford to pay his hospital fees anymore. I am so sorry it had to be like this Betty but this is how it is and we need to live with that. I am so so sorry.". 

  So that was that. Jughead only had a few more days until he was gone. He had until Tuesday, and then he would stop living, breathing, existing. I don't think I left his room the next three days. I was always looking for a sign of consciousnesses, a sign that he wouldn't have to leave me. He had already tried that one once, and I sure as hell wasn't ready to lose the person that I loved a second time. I cried myself to sleep each night.

AN: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in ages. I haven't even been busy it's just been hard to keep writing this chapter. Anyway hopefully I'll be updating soon, also sorry for the short chapter!