The Hidden Boy

Chapter Three

"Shh you're okay everything is going to be okay" Brendon said calmly rocking the small boy back and forth. Though he calmed down the brunette knew that it wasn't going to be okay he wasn't going to be okay. He was hurt physically and mentally, his body ached and he was bleeding onto the older boy. He was tired so tired he was only thirteen he wasn't supposed to watch his brother die. He wasn't supossed to be hidden from the world by his parents. He just wanted to be loved, to be cared for thats all he wanted but he would never get that because like his mother says he is unlovable. Loud sirens blarred hurting his head more then it already did as a ambulance pulled up. The rest was a blurr to the poor boy as he was brought to the emergency room.

Ryans pov

"Hi hun how do you feel" the nurse said walking in I like her she was gentle and quiet. I've spent alot of my life in the hospital other than the basment and I perfer them more then my house. Some people hate hospitals because its full of sick people but I enjoy it because you are always cared for. Someone is always checking on you making sure you feel okay and I love it. It makes me feel cared for but, then I remeber that they are paid to do that and it makes me sad. Im always sad I wish I could be happy, Chase was always happy and sometimes he would make me happy. Now hes gone and its all my fault everythings always my fault always. I looked at the door as a boy with raven hair walked in followed by I'm guessing his mom. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I realized that this was the boy who helped me on the sidewalk. Tears weld up in my eyes as the memories came flooding back and images of Chase with blood so much blood.
"Hey are you okay" he asked sincerely sitting on the edge of the bed.
"N-no" I answered turning away from him.
"I'm Brendon" he said quietly.
"I-I'm G-George" I whispered and heard him snicker. "W-What"
"Nothing it's just you don't look like a George" he said. "No offensive"
"N-n-none taken I hate the name too"
"Why?"
"C-cause it's the name o-of someone I don't like"
"Oh who?"
"My dad."
Okay short chapter 420 words