Heal my pain |clustin|

Im not ok

Warning: this chapter may contain Drugs, Swearing, Suicide, murder or violence. If you don't like those kinds of things then please find a different book. Thank you.

Justin's POV:

"What the hell Justin!" My mom said.
"What did I do this time," I said back to her
"Why do you have Bryce Walkers Oxy!" My mom yelled.
"Oh. Um no reason," I said.
"Oh I totally believe you," She said.
"I'm Going to Clays," I lied.
"Ok," She said and I left.

I was walking down the road with my backpack on my back. What was I going to do I didn't want to go home but I don't want to live with Clay because I want him as mine. I guess I'll have to go home but I'm really not feeling it.

I walked for what felt like hours when I got to clays. I wasn't going to go there but I did and when I got there nobody was home.
"Why the fuck did I come here without calling," I said mad.
"I'm just going to go to Bryces," I said talking to myself again

I walked to Bryces and knocked on the door.
"Oh hi Justin," Bryce said.
"Hi. Can I come in Bryce," I asked.
"Sure," Bryce said.

I went in Bryces house and went upstairs to the bathroom and stole some on Bryces Oxy.

"I'm leaving now," I told Bryce.
"But you just got here,"
"I'm going to Clays," I said.
"I can bring you," He said.
"No," I told me as I walked out the door.

I got to Clays and he was actually home. I knocked on the door.

"Oh hi Justin," Lainie said smiling.
"Hi. Can I see Clay," I said.
"Yes you can," Said Lainie.

Lainie walked me to Clays room and I saw him. Bleeding on the floor. Dying,

"CLAY!" I screamed.
"Someone call an ambulance," Lainie said.

Matt grabbed the phone and called an ambulance.
"Is he going to die," I said half crying.
"I don't know," Lainie said pancaking.

I just fell to the floor. Crying. After everything that's happened to me Clay. My love of my whole fucking life tried to kill himself.

My mom came to pick me up and I said nothing.

When I got home I went to my room.
"Justin. What happened,"
"Clay tried to kill himself," I said crying.
"He's going to be ok right," She said.
"I don't fucking know," I said.
"And I'm not ok and nothing will ever be ok anymore," I said crying.
"He'll be ok. Don't worry," My mom said.

My mom walked away from the door.