Chapter Twenty-Six

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Chase sighed while they talked.

He realized what a pathetic mess he'd become. Even the simplest of words from someone can break his already vulnerable mind. His emotions were mixing with each other, all making different colors of tragedy and despair, all of them splashing inside Chase's mind, like an ocean of tears. Twisting and moving, invading his thoughts and turning them into pure blackness. A blackness he was already too familiar with. The blackness filled every corner of his mind, replacing the once bright and smiling thoughts into sadistic ways of ending it all. The darkness grabbed his mind and gripped it, his hatred for himself and his sadness digging into the deepest depths of his brain. His nerves all spiked with the thought of a clear mind. A mind only earned by emptying the life out of him. Draining his soul, his doubts and fears, his anger and resentment, his love and hate, all would cease.

Chase was lying down on the bean bag. The voices of his friends completely muffled out. A tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away.

Soon enough he would go home. Then he'd have to go to school. And go home. Then go to school. Then go home. And repeat.

Would his grandma even know? Would she care? Would anyone care? Would they care if his voice was completely silenced forever? If his jokes and laughs all ceased to continue, would they care? Would anyone care?

Chase started breathing slowly. He felt cold.

He was calming himself the best way he could. He remembered his mom's words. She would say "I love you" so many times. With her words, she gave Chase a bit of her heart every time she said those three words. She would take Chase to the carnival or to the park. She would speak out for Chase.

His dad.

Chase remembered holding his hand, going all over Disneyland, riding the rides and eating junk food. His dad laughed and so did he. He loved him. He took him everywhere. He would say "I love you" so many times. With his words, he gave Chase a bit of his heart every time he said it.

They're gone, now.

But they live in Chase's heart.

Chase stopped. He blinked a few times and looked at the room.

"-I mean, I'm not saying that you should, I'm just saying if you would." Teddy said.

"So you're saying I should film myself spanking my dog for thousands of dollars, just for a drug cartel?" Breezy asked. "I don't even have a fucking dog."

"Never mind." Teddy blatantly said.

"Oof, it's getting late. Who's gonna sleep here?" Simon asked.

Breezy and Belle raised their hands. No one else did.

"School isn't even far from here too. I should stay." Teddy said.

"I'll bring your school stuff tomorrow morning." Simon said.

"NO! ...I-I mean, no. I...no. Don't go to my house." Belle said.

"Why not?" Simon said. Breezy punched Simon's arm. "Ack. Jesus, okay. Well I guess I'm gonna go...y'know, home. Let's go boys." Simon looked at Chase briefly with a smug and disgusted look.

Teddy, Henry, Chase, Oliver, and Simon walked outside. They went the same route as this afternoon, through a few bushes and trees.

Henry, Simon, and Teddy, walked ahead of Oliver and Chase.

"You okay?" Oliver asked.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm alright. I've gotten used to words like those." Chase replied.

The sunset made a brilliant orange and yellow across the sky. It was at least 6-7 pm.

"I know how you feel. I wish I didn't, but...I do." Oliver said slowly.

The sway of the trees made quiet and soft rustling noises. It was so comforting. So calming.

"It's alright. Hah. I guess we're brothers, then." Chase said.

"No." Oliver said.

"Alright."

Chase and Oliver talked, as they walked over the dirt hill, which lead to their neighborhood. They were above the neighborhood, since La Vista was located on a mountain above Kietzke.

It was peaceful.

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