Neglect... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 "Tell me your Story"

The next morning Kevin walked into the room. He had a tray of organized hospital food.
"You must be hungry." he said setting it on the hospital bed table. I watched his body. Every move he made was graceful. He was wearing a black form fitting sweater and khakis, and his face was perfect.
"What..?" He said, swiping at his left cheek with his finger.
"Do I have something on my face." He asked.
"No." I responded. My gaze was still locked. He looked confused.
"Your really hot." came out of my mouth. At first I didn't even realize I said it out loud, then when it hit me I instantly got red faced.
"I-I mean..." I stuttered. He looked at me and smile.
"It okay." he said saving me---again. I watched as he swayed out of the room.

Why did I say that?! I looked at the tray of food. there was two slices of toast carefully wrapped in plastic rap, and a plate of scrambled eggs that was also covered with plastic rap. next to the tray was a cup with a straw filled with milk. None of the food was appetizing to me, so I just laid and starred at the ceiling.
'Braking News! 17 year old Matthew Sperkin, a senior at Flechermin Heights High School got in a horrible car accident with his mother right off of Melville rd.' I looked over at the tv. It was on channel 5. The news reporter was a young looking women. She continued to speak.
'The mother and driver Linda Sperkin underwent fatal injures.' I looked over at the date of the broadcast. It said September 10th. That was the day it happened. Then I looked over at the calander and it read September 19th.
'Matthew went into comatose after he was dragged out of the totaled car by a fellow class mate of his. He woke up 8 days after the accident with a sever concussion, 3 broken ribs and a broken ankle, however he survived the devastating crash.' Kevin walked back into the room at this point.
"Don't torture yourself with this" he said, as he walked over to the TV to turn it off.
"No! Don't!" I yelled, hurting my ribs. I curled my torso in pain.
"Are you--" I cut him off,
"Shhh!" I said looking back at the TV.
'Eye whiteness reported Linda was avoiding hitting a young child. Though the witness also stated that Linda seemed to be going well over the speed limit.'
"It was my fault..." I said as tears filled my eyes.
"What?" Kevin raised his eyebrow slightly.
'On a lighter note, congress just passed...' the news continued as I toned it out.
"It's my fault she was going over the speed limit. It's my fault she slammed on the brakes. It's my fault we got in the crash. It's my fault she's dead!" I shot that last part out and started to bawl. Kevin came over to me and wiped the tears off my cheeks.
"You can't do that." he said taking my chin in his fingers.
"What?!" I asked sobbing.
"Blame yourself, trust me, you will rip apart." He explained. He now began to slide his fingers down my arm, about the only uninjured part of my body.
"How the hell would you know?!" I cried.
"Because I did the same exact thing." he explained.
"What?" I asked honestly curious.
"Never mind my story, it doesn't matter right now. What matters is you."
"No, tell me your story. I want to forget mine right now." I said trying to calm my self down.
"Are you sure? It's pretty long and I don't want to bore you." he explained taking his hand off of my arm.
"Yes, please tell me." I said propping myself up slowly to listen.
"Would you like the long version or the short one?" He asked pulling over a chair.
"Make it as long as possible." I begged.
"Okay." He agreed.

"It all started when I was born pretty much. My mother went into labor at home and there was no one home with her at the time, so she attempted to birth me naturally without help. She got as far as pushing my head out, so I was able to breath, but the pressure put her into shock and she passed out. When my father got home and found her and I he realized she had passed away. He retrieved me from my mother, but I was barely hanging onto life at this moment. Dad rushed me to the hospital and I was stabilized. Life was pretty good for me until I was 8. my father got remarried and had a kid with my step mom. I didn't want to share my dad with this new women let alone a new child who was going to be younger and cuter then I was. But those feelings changed when I met her for the first time. My baby sister Kelly. She was beautiful. so anyway life went on until I was 14. I was starting my freshman year in high school. The first few days were okay, but then this kid named Frank Milk started to harass me. At fist it was bearable. I mean he was a grade above me and a jock, and at the time I was just a skinny little freshman. But as the weeks and months went on the bullying got worse. He would push me up against lockers and call me names like 'fag' and 'queer'. He would tape papers on my locker that said 'fag' and 'loser' and stuff. That was my whole freshman year, then in sophomore year things got even worse. The pushing and shoving turned into punching, and then that turned into being beat up by this guy at least once a week out of school. His friends would also gang up on me. It got to the point where I started cutting myself and I would skip school in fear that he was going to hurt me. Then last year, my junior year of high school is when it happened.." Kevin explained in great detail his story. Though when he got to this part he began to look as if he was going to cry.
"Are you ok?" I asked looking into his emerald eyes.
"Sorry, it's just this part is where shit goes down. It's kinda' hard for me to talk about it ya' know." He explained wiping his single tear from his cheek.
"Anyway, my sister who is now 8 wanted to come to the store with me. so I took her along. We walked to the store since it was a couple blocks from our house. I always make her walk in front of me so I know where she is at all times. As we were walking she went to cross the street without me. I tried to yell to her to stop but before I could jump to her a truck came and slammed into her... Sh-she died instantly. When I got home no one was home because they had gone to the hospital to see Kelly. I blamed myself fully for her death. This is where I fell apart. I went upstairs and wrote a note, stuck it in my door so it would be seen, then I closed it. I got out my razor that I used to cut myself and slit my wrists. Although I didn't go deep enough to kill myself, I did pass out and when I woke up I was in the hospital. The rest of my junior year I spent in a suicide hospital and then a group home. Then when I got home I had to go to weekly therapy, that I still have to do. The reason I moved here was because my family thought it would be good for me to start new." He finished as he readjusted himself on his seat.

"Wow. That's rough." I explained with a sympathetic voice. My tears had dried after listening to his story. In a strange way I felt better that I wasn't the only one with a screwed up life.
"So now that I told you my story, when you are physically and emotionally healed I expect to hear yours." he said in a playful tone. He always seemed to find a way to smile. His smile made me feel better, though it baffles me how he can smile after everything that he just told me happened in his life. If it were me, I wouldn't have that kind of strength.