Saving Felix (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

     I turned myself into the office for pulling the fire alarm. I didn't want the hassle and mess going on. I even took all the fees from the fire department coming out. I left the school with a week of 'Out of School Suspension.'

     I had a lump in my throat like I have been crying, but I haven't. I think it might be because of Felix. Him running away pissed at me felt like being rejected by your crush or after a break up. But this was neither, I just wanted to help him. I don't like him because I'm not gay. I just wanted to help. My face turns red with anger.

     I walk up the stairs to my room, hoping to find comfort in my bed. The bed shifts under my weight as I lay down, pulling my blankets up to my chest. I lay on my side with my hand on my pillow and my cheek against my palm. I stare at the posters on my walls, focusing on them so my mind doesn't wonder. And before I knew it, I was asleep.

     'I went for a walk because there was nothing else to do and we had a snow day. Which is strange considering the roads were plowed and it wasn't snowing. As I walked further I realized it was really quite. No cars drove on the road and I lived on Amityville Rd; the busiest street in this area.

     When I turned onto a walking trail I see footprints, followed by a line caused by something dragging. I follow them. After a few feet they turned off into the woods, the line still trailing afterwards. I started to look at the line. Rope. It was a rope. I instantly was in panic mode and I didn't know why. It then hit me like a wall. No one travels down here, or off the trail. My legs started running like they knew where to go. The pounding of the ground became nothing. I felt like I was flying. My lungs burned from running so much and my legs felt like jelly.

     I fell to my knees on the ground, starting to hysterically cry. Crying from the pain and what was hanging before my eyes. Yes, hanging. Felix. His face was pale and lifeless, his hands hung limp to his sides, his brown hair all messed up but weighed down from the wetness. His hoodie was a heap on the ground. His skinny jeans frozen stiff from the snow. I closed my eyes crying harder if that was possible.

     I took deep breaths to collect myself. I get up to my feet and run towards Felix. I grab his legs to get him down, but my arms go through him and I hug myself.'

     I sit up in my bed yelling "Felix!"  as I did, I bring my hands to my eyes, wiping away tears. My face is red and hot. I swing my feet over the side of my bed and sit on the edge, staring at the ground. 'What the hell is going on? Why is this happening? I don't even know this kid. I literally met him a few hours ago.' I get up and start pacing the room.

     I move my hands to my hair and pull, still pacing. I keep asking myself questions, which are left unanswered. I repeat to myself "I don't even fucking know him, so this shouldn't be bothering me." I get fed up with all the frustration and go take a shower.

     I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Then walk back over to the mirror, I stare at myself --My hair is all messed up from pulling at it and from tossing and turning for the two hours I slept. My face was shiny from my dried tears and my eyes puffy from crying.-- I sigh at myself then turn away from the mirror. I slowly undress and just stare off into the running water.

     I eventually get into the shower, the warm water hitting my back as I get in. I wash my hair and body. I stop washing my legs and look at them. I picture my blood running down them mixing with water after hitting the tub. Tears started to fall as I remember more.

     'I drop the blade in the tub next to my feet. My blood mixing in the water turning it red. The smell was overwhelming, stinging my nose. I felt sick and dizzy. Soon, I collapsed to the floor hitting my head on something. Everything turned black. I faintly hear my mother screaming "he did it again! This time it's worse! Call 9-1-1 now!" I then hear nothing.

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     I wake up in a hospital. My mother was sleeping over in the visitor chair. Her face was deep in sorrow. I sit up and looked down. My legs have bandages on them and my hand had a I.V. in it, pumping a clear liquid in me. I look at my mother again and call to her. She jumps up and walks fast over to me. "My baby!" Her arms wrap tightly around my shoulders, my face becomes buried by her hair. The smell of strawberries fill my nose.

     "Mum, where am I? I question as she moves back and only her hands are touching my shoulders.

"The hospital, sweetie," she smiles, trying to hold back tears. "You have been for a few days.." her voice trails off.

"I'm sorry." I frown. I lower my head and press my lips together.

She collapses to her knees on the floor, her forehead is on the side of the bed. "I almost lost you, Max. If I was any later you would have been gone." She looks at me through tears that cloud her eyes, and grabs my hand. "I thought you were better again.. You.. seemed fine.. I guess I was wrong.. How can I help you?! To stop hurting yourself?!" Anger and disappointment filled her voice and eyes.

"Mum.. I'm sorry.." I choked, my throat was dry and I didn't know how to reply.'

     I come back from the horrible thought and slammed the side of my fist into the shower wall. The hit echoed throughout the room. I finished rinsing off and get out.

     I walk out of the bathroom and get greeted with silence. My father is never home and my mother is always on business trips. I'm sure my father is having an affair: he always acts funny and has hickeys, which aren't from my mother.

     I shiver at the thought and head down stairs for some water. I turn into the kitchen and head towards the counter to get a glass. As I fill my glass and was about to take a drink I hear sounds escaping my parents room. I ignore it, but then I remember that my mother is gone and won't be back for another week.

     I drop my glass, --which shatters as it hits the ground--  and run to my parents room. I fling the door open and gasp in surprised. I hear a scream over my sudden anger. I run over and jump on my father, my fist go flying at his face. I hit him several times before someone pulls me off. I stumble to the floor and look who was holding me. Mrs. Memphis, the Spanish teacher. I jump up to my feet and clench my fist. I turned to look at my father "Michael, how the hell could you do this to my mum?!" Rage fills my voice.

"This.. this isn't what it looks like son." He says as he pulls his pants on.

"Oh the hell it don't. Wait until mum knows! You worthless bastard!" I yell as I turn to Mrs. Memphis and point at her "and you! You are also married. Mr. Memphis will surely hear about this."

"Please, oh, please. Don't tell Señor Memphis" Mrs. Memphis pleaded. I ignored her pleads and walk past her, out the door, grabbing my shoes and my cell phone, then headed outside, slamming the door behind me.

     When I got to the end of the street I leaned up against a lamp post to calm myself. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial my mum's number.

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《This chapter has a little sneak peek into Max's past and present life. Hope you guys enjoyed.》