At the end of the day

It's gonna be alright

TONY'S P.O.V.

The next day, after my parents' burial, I went to the place where I always go whenever I am sad. It was an old log on which I sat, by the tranquil river in the dense forest which was about 1 km from my home. I wasn't ready to face anyone yet; nor Louis, nor my best mates. I wasn't ready to face the whole world yet. I couldn't still believe my parents had left me. The tears again threatened to fall from my eyes. They stung at the corners of my eyes. Before I realized, they slid down my eyes. The tears hurt more than anything. My heart ached. My face burned up due to the warm tears as I stared into the the blank cloudy sky. It seemed like the sky was also as sad as me. I stared into the clear water and saw my melancholy reflection. I remembered what Louis had said the day before yesterday-' You don't deserve anyone.' What wrong had I ever done to anyone? Why was I being punished? Why was I being shattered? Why was Louis and his stupid mates, Niall, and Zayn being mean to me? I couldn't think straight. I was flowing away with my emotions. I drew my knees close to my chest and buried my face in them. It was getting chilly and the sun was going to sleep. I tugged at my denim sleeves and adjusted my beanie. I got up ready to leave for home. I started to walk home which kind of relieved me because I was alone most probably. I had no questions to answer. I stumbled sometimes because of the pebbly road. After half an hour I was back home. I had cut myself off from the whole world. I was all by myself. All I had was those momentous memories to live with I had with my parents. I tried to console myself that everything was going to be alright, but at the same time I knew deep inside that nothing would be the same as before. My new life was going to be really different.

After I finally managed to strengthen myself, I then finally called my friends, Tom and Chris over at my place somewhat like a month later. You must be wondering, had I been to school in the whole month of the disaster. Yes, I had been. I had been treated badly by the gang as well. But, nothing mattered as I was too broken to care about that. I quietly tolerated their taunts and remarks and petty hurtful mischiefs. All I did was go to school, study and came back home as soon as the bell rang.  I didn't even make eye contact with my friends. Why? Because I made sure no one got to know about my broken condition. I didn't want to make anyone worried. I didn't want to draw any attention towards me.
So, I finally thought that that was the right moment to open up to my friends. My friends were hurt to know what happened. What hurt them more was that I had hidden the huge matter from them. I had locked myself alone in the darkness when I needed their support;  that's what hurt them the most. But I explained the whole matter to them and I assured them that I was going to be fine. They also, being my best mates, assured me that everything was going to be alright. Then we all three pulled into a big group hug and also promised that we would never hide anything from each other. God! I was damn blessed to have such good friends in life! I loved my friends to death and I would never want to lose them, let alone hurt them! Then I knew, everything was going to be alright in no time.