No More Golden Days

Chapter 5

Dan's pov..........

My fists hurt. I got home and was running cold water over my bleeding knuckles. I was proud for finally standing up for myself and anyone who's ever been through Jason's bullshit, but I felt guilty seeing the look on Phil's face as I walked away. Now I feel like I scared him away even more. A while passed as I then realize I got lost in my thoughts and have been running the water for a little to long. I turn off the sink and grab a towel to dry my hand, blood staining the towel a bit, then heading to my bedroom.

As soon as I'm able to sit down, the thoughts come flooding in. Everything, coming at me in all directions, hitting me like a punch to the gut. All I could say is now I'm fucked. Every time I tried to think of something else, another thought came flooding in, causing me even more anxiety. Above all that was the thought of, what is Jason going to do? I know I can stand up for myself but he's obviously stronger than I could ever be.

I sit in my room for an hour or two, contemplating my thoughts. I get bored so I decide to turn on the tv, and the first thing to pop up is a local car crash. It happened pretty close to where I live and as I listen I examine the car. Apparently it was fatal, and as I reel myself back into reality, I notice it looks exactly like our car. My phone rings. I grow worried.

"Is this Daniel Howell", the lady in the phone states.

"Yes it is", I respond, unsure of what else to say.

"Well Daniel, it seems your mother has gotten into a fatal car accident and is in pretty critical conditions"

I freeze, I feel like I can't move, all my thoughts stop.... I hear her continue.

"She is being held at Crouse hospital ( random hospital, was all I could think of) and was under the influence of alcohol, so she may be questioned and arrested later on."

I can't breath, it feels like my lungs stopped working as a single tear rolls down my cheek.

"Ok", I struggle as I choke on my words.

"We are just letting you know where she is and if you have any questions, just give us a call", she concludes and hangs up.

I never thought I cared this much about my own mother. I went through so much hell with her, yet I sit here feeling sorry for her. I can't visit her, I can't bring myself to look in her eyes and tell her I'm sorry for what she's going through. I can't. I put up with her and now she's going to put up with me.

I quickly change my mind. I have to visit her, this may be the last time I see her, and even though she put me through hell, I still had the slightest compassion for her, it wasn't her fault depression took her over. I grab my coat and walk out the door. I walk for a while, through my town until I enter the city.

I arrive, as I walk through the double doors and check in, I wonder what my mom is going to say, or if she's going to say anything at all. The lady at the desk tells me to sit in the waiting room because my mom was supposedly not ready for visitors.

A couple hours pass as I sit there, thinking. People come and go as the hours pass but I never moved, as much as I wanted to. The doors open and a person my age comes barging in. I take my arms off my knees and my face out of my hands, about to fall asleep. The person looks familiar. I notice the jacket he's wearing, it's our school's football team. He's muscular and I recognize his voice instantly. Jason.

I put my face back in my hands trying not to draw any attention to myself. Jason turns around and starts walking in my direction. He didn't see me, because he walked right by and took a seat across from me. I can't look up or he'll see me. I can't move, or stand up, because he'll see me. So I sit there, face in hands. A nurse comes out and calls my name. I freeze. Jason still sits there. I stand up and he looks at me, he's crying. I don't know why but I don't want to know.