5 Seconds to Love You

Chapter Four - Angelisa

Chapter Four

*Angelisa*

I got the call the next morning. I hadn't gotten home until at least 2am since I got caught in Braden's hospital room. The nurse had a heated conversation with me, that ended me calling her some things I wish I could take back. So I wasn't really asleep anyways. 

My mom was the one who answered the phone. It was his dad, you could hear his mom crying in the background. 

"Okay do you-... Oh oh okay. Well thank you for calling Wesley." My mom set her phone down on the glass topped nightstand next to my bed and hugged me quickly then pulled away. 

"Was that-" I started but my mothers tears and expression cut me off. 

"He, he's gone?" I whimpered painfully. 

She nodded her head.

I don't think I've ever cried that hard in my life. The tears just didn't stop. At first I was bawling loudly, but after a long time it turned into silent sobbing into my pillow. 

Even though I could barely see through my tears, I got up and walked over to my closet. I ripped his gray Disney World sweatshirt from its hanger and shoved my face into it. It still smelled like him. I sighed and crawled back into my bed, cuddling with his sweatshirt. I'm glad I "forgot" to give it back to him. The fresh ocean water smell with a hint of raspberry filled my lungs, and I felt my muscles loosen. 

I laid on there on my bed for three days straight, only getting up to use the bathroom. My mom brought me food, but I didn't eat it; I physically couldn't make myself. I didn't go to school for a whole month. I did a little make up work so I wouldn't be completely away, but I don't know how helpful it really was. I mostly wrote his name all over the papers. The only time I left the house during that month was to go to his wake and funeral. I spoke a few words at the funeral, but I couldn't finish because I got to choked up. 

My friends visited every so often, but I had my mom tell them I was asleep, or in the shower, or just didn't want to see anyone. Then one day my best friend Missie showed up in my room. 

"How'd you get in here?" I asked. 

"Your mom is sleeping on the couch, so I let myself in with the spare key." She say down next to me on my bed where I was leaning back against the headboard. I was winding the laces of his sweatshirt in between my fingers.

"So how's it going?" She stares at the sweatshirt.

"I'm fine." I said with no expression. 

"No your not. What's this?" She put a hand on the sweatshirt.

"It's a sweatshirt." 

"No." She said. "Nah ah." Her tone was quickly getting angrier. "Please tell me that is not Braden's sweatshirt!" 

"Don't say his name." I whined. 

"Angel you can't sleep with his sweatshirt!" She jumped up off the bed.

"Why not!" I bring my eyes up to meet her light blue ones. 

"Because he's gone! You have to get over him!" 

"What?!" I slowly pushed myself off the bed to meet her level.

"You heard me! Hand over Braden's sweatshirt!" She grabbed it from my grip.

"I told you not to say his name!" She tugged harder on the sweatshirt. "LET GO!" I screamed. 

"Braden!" She yelled in my face. "Braden, Braden, Braden, Braden!!!!"

"Stop!" I yelled back at her.

"Give it to me!" She screamed as she tugged harder. I yanked back, but then I heard a tear sound. I quickly let my grip go, and Missie flung back against the window and the sweatshirt flew out it. 

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed at her as I ran our my room and out to the garden. The sweatshirt was lying right in the tomato plants. I shoved it into my face and inhaled his scent.

"God you are one of the saddest things I've seen in a long time." I turned to see Missie's strawberry blonde hair blowing in her face.

"Get away from me you boyfriend hating jerk!"

"He's not your boyfriend if he's dead!" 

"GET OUT OF HERE!!!" I screamed running back inside. 

I haven't talked to her since. 

All of this was 2 years ago, the beginning of our junior year, Now I'm a senior at Laurento Academy. I still cry for him sometimes, and I still sleep with the sweatshirt even though most of his smell is gone. Missie and I don't talk, she's friends with Camille Litle and Bree White. They are the "popular" girls, the queen bees. My friend group is more of the middle group of people. Not popular, but not unpopular. I have more friends now then I did before we lost him, but I'm still not as happy. I think about him everyday. 

Anyways, my new best friend is Kate Acado, and this morning she spotted a new boy in the hallways who would end up changing my life.