Journal (Boyxboy)

Untitled Part 5

By the time I woke up I knew it was the next day. I could hear my phone buzzing in my pocket, telling me to get up for the day. The pain in my throat flared immediately when I sat up and used the muscles in my neck. I groaned silently, and turned off the alarm clock.

I got to my room and changed in a long sleeve, turtle neck under armor shirt, a pair of basketball shorts and some running shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized just how skinny I am, it was kind of scary. The shirt barely clung to my body, and still had room to breathe; this was a shirt that used to be so tight that the shirt looked like it would break, now... nothing.

A knock sounded at my door and I went down the stairs quickly. I had taken the time to wash my face of any eyeliner or anything and it was a little weird. I felt vulnerable.

"Ready?" Ryan smiled at me once I opened the door. I took a breath and nodded. He looked at my face a little more closely, "What's with the bruise on your face?"

"Nothing, important." I dodged. He frowned and then looked over what I was wearing, "Let's go." We started out on a jog after that.

It was a really bad run. The pain in my throat was something I couldn't tell him yet and I was so out of shape, I had to stop every five minutes. Ryan had to keep slowing down to stay with me. He gave me encouraging looks but I knew this was going to be a very long training year with him.

An hour later I was almost going to pass out. I'm not even kidding, we had just gotten back to my home and gotten water for the both of us and I had to sit down and breathe slowly just so that I wouldn't pass out.

Ryan made sure I was okay and got up stairs alright before letting me get a shower. "Hey... is that- no it can't be, ha-ha, we have the same shirt." He picked up the shirt Abby had given me yesterday.

"cool." I said, he smiled and set it down, I got a long sleeve shirt but I realized I didn't have a turtle neck. "Shit!" I hissed.

"What's wrong dude?" Ryan asked, coming up to me.

"I need a type of shirt and I don't have one." I sighed and picked out a pair of skinny jeans, black of course.

"Why?"

I looked down, nervousness settling into the pit of my stomach and my hands began to shake with the shirt in my hand. Just thinking about the incident made me break out into a cold sweat and I couldn't breathe right. "When I left your house... I never made it home."

"What are you trying to say?" Ryan looked me over and settled his eyes on the bruise on my face.

"Half way home I was attacked..." I trailed off and put my hand to the turtle neck, "Someone tried to kill me and... he- well..." instead of finishing the sentence I just pulled my shirt down a little so the bandage around my neck was showing.

Ryan looked at the bandage for a good minute or so, "Someone slit your throat?"

I nodded and let my shirt go. He came right in front of me and pulled it back down to see again, "Why didn't you tell me? Or call last night?"

"I didn't want you to worry yesterday." I said, my throat hurt from the work out and talking, I decided to whisper. "Plus would you understand if I just called you and couldn't speak, would you have understood what I was trying to say?"

"Maybe I would've." He sounded childish and pouting. "Who is it? Were they caught?"

I looked down in confusion. Why did he want to know so much and why did he care? He didn't even know me, I'm just a guy he met a day or two ago. What did it matter that I lived, I knew why I wanted to but... "I stabbed him and apparently he came later last night to get treated for it. He's in ICU."