Should've Seen Him Sober

Chapter - 1

The harsh brick wall that hung behind my bare back scraped thickly into my delicate skin.  Only short moments ago I had been thrown around like a sack of potato's.

They all called me the quiet boy, and I guess that's all I was to them.  They didn't know anything about me or my life.  No one knew me at all.

I began to sob, my breathing turned into erratic short inhales.  I slowly peeled my poor body off of the brick wall, I felt a warm thick fluid accumulate and drip down from my back onto the floor.  I have never felt so horrible in my life; ever.

I screamed.

But it wasn't in pain, nothing like that.  I would more say the emotion could be seen as anger, but it was anger mixed with anxiety and a moment of realisation that i've just fallen into the clasp of an all time low.  A low that it gets as if nothing could drag you back out, eventually everything evolved around that one emotion.

But I screamed until my lungs deflated and my body flailed to the ground with a thump. 

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My body shook as someone basically tried whacking me awake with their hand.  I rolled onto my back, eyes closed, but an excruciating pain shot through my back.  The person pushed me back on my side with force, my face scrunched up in agony.

"Sir?"

"Hmm?" I groggily answered, shit!  It was dark out, and I remember last time I had vision that it was quite clear as day.

"Hello there, someone has called up for you, and found you laying on the side of the street near the school, do you know what happened?" he was a paramedic, he had a British accent.  Nice, I thought to myself.

I was shocked to the fact I couldn't think up as to what happened to cause me this agony. So I left my voice unheard.

"Ok, right," he answered, "well i'm going to have to take you down to the hospital because you have quite a nasty gash on your back and a few on your arms and legs."  The second paramedic, 'Jace,' introduced himself as he helped me stand up.

"Fuck, she's gonna kill me," I whispered.

My auntie, better known as my carer, would have to pick me up from there.  No doubt she was going to have some nasty words to share with me when she finds out.  Aunt Cella was the absolute worst person i've known in my life, i'd do anything to live without her bickering and beating me until i'm blue all over. But it was all normal for me now, and there's no way she would let me move out at the age of seventeen.
She would drink until blackout drunk and blame me for things that had nothing to do with me.  And I will admit I do sometimes buy into it, and believe the things she tells me. But deep down there was a side of me fighting with the thought, that I knew she was wrong.

Instead of strapping me to a stretcher, the first paramedic let me sit in one of the back seats of the ambulance. The other had accompanied me in the back, giving me small talk and asking a few questions here and there.

"Do you remember anything before you went unconscious?" He had asked.

"Well yeah I had-"  I had stated, until I realised "I-I don't actually- I cant remember anything," I gulped down a big bubble of worry that formed in my throat, I could imagine the immediate look of worry that had plastered my face as I tried recuperating my memory, but nothing flourished.

"Ok, you might have to see a mental health nurse, because if you gain back those memories and they are that traumatic, you may not be able to handle that all on your own," he said seriously.

"I- Ok."

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A while after I had arrived in hospital, I was sent a traumatologist who assessed the severity of my wounds, and injury that had been recently found on the back of my head.

"It looks like you've had blunt force to the back of the head, which may've caused you to lose some of your memory," he explained whilst carefully checking the injury, "It could be the cause of you passing out too, because the contusion to the back of your head has swelled quite a bit."

"Does that mean anything bad?" I questioned.

"You seem fine at the moment, but we will need to do a CT scan as soon as possible just to double check there's no bleeding in or around the brain, do you have any parental or carers that you would like to call up?"

"Yes," I muttered, I knew that she was going to mad. She had two moods, not mad, and full on aggravation. And must I say - it certainly wasn't a pleasant sight from experience.

"Surely they would be worried about you by now?" He said, more sounding like a question.

"Maybe," I shrugged my shoulders which hurt to do so.

I looked at the phone on the bedside table, not long before picking it up and dialling Cella's number.

It took a few rings before she picked up.

"Hello, Cel speaking?" She answered, I felt bad for calling up because she sounded tired.

"Uh hi Cel, it's me," I let out a short huff of air I didn't know that I was holding in.

"Luca, is that you?" Her voice had slightly risen at the end of the sentence.

"Are you busy Cel?"

Of co-ourse, i'm always busy Luca!" She began slurring her words and I knew she had been drinking, I should've know she would've been drinking by now. I looked out the small window in the room, the night sky was a pitch black colour, the street lights that were visible were clearly illuminating the quiet streets.

"You better not be i-in any trouble Luca! your mother wouldn't have liked that if she was still here," she quietened her voice near the end.

I set the corded phone back down to hang up.

"I dont have a way home," I sat, staring blankly at the pale walls.

"Well because you're just of age, you can sign yourself out when we finished doing observations, and you're clear to go," thank fuck.

Although I would have to walk over an hour to get home, it was fine by me. I don't think I could stand being in a car with Cella. Not at all.

"Ok."

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The CT scan was quite a long process, but the results came back clear so there was no point in me staying. So I signed the forms to leave, and as I was walking out, the clock read: 1:27 am.

Now this was the part I was scared of. The possibility of getting jumped and being sent back into hospital. I still couldn't remember what had happened earlier, but i'm guessing a bunch of teens decided to beat me up.

There was a way I was going to get them back. And I was going to get them good.

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