Despondency

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Blair's P.O.V
  So I may have hugged him. Twice. I feel bad because I think he was a little confused. I've worried about him for ages though. Seeing all those scars on his arms and back hurt my heart. I may have actually cried...

  Anyways, my mom is a licensed therapist and I've been telling her about Qwin since I met him. I told her about the stink of alcohol and marijuana coming from his house when I drop off homework, about how he winces if you touch his arm, the lack of clean clothes,his frequent black eyes, and missing so much school. I think she can tell how much I care about him.

  A lot went down in the two days Qwin was unconscious in the hospital. A search of the house ( Found pounds of weed, and an abundance of empty bottles from various alcohols.), and lots of questions for Qwin's father, Jeremy. Jeremy is currently in custody until the court case, which happens to be next Tuesday. At the moment, Qwin's still in the hospital but he'll come home with us tomorrow.

  We mark things like this on the family calendar, if you can call it a family. There's my mom, me, and then my cat Gerard. My mom named him. She tried to give me the backstory, something along the lines of " The Germanic element 'ger' means spear, then that combined with brave and hardy equals Gerard. I was laughing too hard to understand much. The calendar now reads " Qwin comes home!" on Saturday. My mom also has a countdown on her phone. She's a little ridiculous.

   I visit Qwin everyday after school, telling him what we did that day in school, teaching it to him, and giving him the homework. Today I'm skipping school to get him settled in at home.

  On my way to the hospital, I'm trying to decide what music would be best. I've already asked Qwin what his favorite music was. He likes My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, AFI, and We the Kings. I pick Panic, turning up Miss Jackson, the most appropriate.

  When I walk in, Qwin's in a wheelchair.

"Didn't they say that you were good to go?" I inquire.

"Hospital policy. Even if I can walk,which I can, I have to be wheeled out of here. Something about someone getting discharged and then walking out and breaking their neck. They died." He says annoyed.

  "Oookaay then... ready to go? I've got the car ready."

  "You can drive?!? Lucky! Not a surprise, but I was never taught. One time I snuck out in the middle of the night and stole the truck. It was a broken down piece of rust, but somehow it still worked. I hopped in and tried to back out of the garage. Let's just say the neighbor wasn't to happy about the hole in her living room." He smiled weakly.

"Oh my gosh! You backed into her house?!?!" I exclaim. 

"Well, not exactly. First it was her kitchen. Then I couldn't figure out how to stop, so I just kinda kept going." Qwin laughs.

  With an astonished look on my face I opened the passenger side door of my red 2019 Ford F-150, and help Qwin in.

On the ride home we jammed out to Panic,MCR,AFI and We the Kings.