The Problem is Me [EDITED)

Chapter 19

November, 2014

In my fifteen years of living, I have had some bad days. But this, this is just getting ridiculous.

On a normal turn of events, things turn to shit, then after a few gruelling weeks everything starts to be okay again. It’s a repetitive cycle, but I have learned to be alright with that. Recently nothing good is happening to balance out all of the depressing shit; absolutely nothing. 

I know exactly why I’ve gotten so miserable, and that’s because of Evan, the stupid, stupid bastard. He almost hurt me, but I don’t think there is anything that his death could really have destroyed. I mean, I don’t really have much to my name anymore. I bet the only thing that isn’t filled in on my patient file is my death-date; and it wouldn’t surprise me if they’re already making predictions on that one.

It was a firm rule that Hunter Wayne could only keep his mouth shut for so long. It was one of the reasons he got into trouble with people. This was no exception.

“What did she want?” It hadn’t been more than a minute since I had met Hunter up by the cafeteria and started the walk to group therapy. Sixty seconds he couldn’t go without prying his beak-nose into something.

“What?” I feigned, paying more attention to my shoes than to Hunter.

“What did that nurse want with you again?” Hunter rephrased.

I looked at him skeptically, “Which nurse?” I asked.

“You know, the one who looks like Queen Latifah but like thirty years older,”

“Oh, she just wants to fuck me again,” I chuckled, adding a nonchalant shrug. Hunter observed me in silence for a moment.

“Yeah right,” he laughed.

“Really,” I insisted, smirking.

“Whatever Nate, I’m more concerned about why you get more attention from the girls than me! I mean c’mon, look at me!” Hunter threw his arms up in exasperation and skipped in front to walk backwards whilst facing me.

“Maybe they just can’t resist my charm,” I jested, then pushed the double doors into the therapy room open and reached out to squeeze Hunter’s shoulder. “You sure can’t.” I grinned.

“Oh you’re right! I just can’t keep my eyes off your sexy body, please fuck me into a wheelchair Mr. McKenzie,” Hunter said loudly, causing the entire room to turn to us in silence.

“I knew it!” Gage spoke up with a disgusted look on his face.

“So a thought actually crossed your mind, Gage? Must have been a long and lonely journey.” Hunter smiled warmly, “Although, don’t let your mind wander. You and I both know that it is far too small to be outside alone.” He finished, sitting down with a smile on his face that never faltered even when Gage gave him a look which could put vegans off vegetables.   

“Nice to see you’ve replaced Evan already, Nate.” Amelia remarked patronizingly, and I looked at her for a few seconds. 

“Ooh, that’s a good one Amelia, although a little low for someone like you. However I do have one question to ask you, why the fuck haven’t you killed yourself yet? Like seriously, everyone is just annoyed with waiting now. At least Evan had the guts to stay true to his word, all you offer is empty little suicide threats to get Mommy and Daddy to feel sorry for you.” I hinted, a smug smile tugged at my lips as everyone in the room gasped in astonishment. “Ah, right in the insecurities.” I laughed bitterly at her hurt expression.