A life of fears// byler

4. pathetic

August 1st

10 AM

Will woke up, feeling cold. He sensed that something was missing. He looked around the room, but the raven haired boy was nowhere in sight.

Mike wasn't in his sleeping bag like last night, so Will went out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. He wasn't there either. However, he caught a glimpse of a note on the kitchen counter.

Hi, sorry for leaving so suddenly without saying goodbye. I forgot I was going to be hanging out with Jane today so I had to bike home. Thanks for last night, -Mike

Will read the note, hand on the back of his neck while doing so. "Unbelievable."
he muttered.

He could have atleast woken me up and told me he had to leave because he had already planned on meeting Jane.

He then proceeded to fold the note gently and throw it in the trashcan. The storm had calmed down. There wasn't any thunder or lightning like last night. Just tiny droplets of rain.

Calm.

He went to the bathroom and turned on the sink, washing his face and then brushed his teeth. He looked into the mirror, noticing his severe case of bed-head. His hair was getting long as well, almost touching his shoulders. He desperately needed a haircut.

Will went back to his room. He opened the bottom drawer in his closet, looking for his journal. It was well hidden under some old comic books.

He walked to the kitchen with his pencil and joirnal in hand.

Johnathan was now awake and cooking eggs and bacon. He came home at around 2 AM last night. Their mother was still fast asleep.

Will sat down by the kitchen table, opening his journal to write down his thoughts. He had a whole lot on his mind.

I don't know what to believe anymore. Am I just a burden? I sure do feel like it. I don't want to be treated differently by my friends. I'ts enough to be treated like a piece of glass that's gonna shatter at any given moment at home. I'm sensitive, yes I get that. But I'm not fragile. I'm so fed up with people tiptoeing around me all the time. I'm stronger then people think I am.

He licked his thumb and flipped on to a new page, continuing writing his thoughts down on thin piece of paper in his journal.

Stupid Troy, stupid James, stupid teachers,
"Hey, Will?" a voice called for him.
stupid doctors, stupid classmates. They will never understand.
"Will?" a raspy voice called for him once again.

He snapped out of his thoughts, all bits of concentration going towards Johnathan who was now looking at his brother with slight concern.

"Good morning." Johnathan said with a smile on his face.

"Good morning." Will said back with a forced smile.

"What are you doing?" The older brother asked.

"Nothing. Just... writing." Will muttered, looking away.

"Since when did you write?" Johnathan asked, his lips curling up into a smile.

"I just write in my journal sometimes. It's nothing really," The younger brother said while standing up.

"Well allright, I cooked some eggs and bacon. Do you want some?"

"No thanks, I'm not hungry." Will declined the offer.

"Where is Mike?" Johnathan said, making Will turn his head so fast it could've snapped his neck.

"What? what do you mean?" Will said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Mike was sleeping over right? I came home late and I went to check up on you and saw Mike sleeping by your side."
Johnathan said while sitting down across will and eating his breakfast.

"What? Mike slept on the floor, I lended him my sleeping bag"
Will said, his words trailing off.

"No, he slept by your side in your bed. You guys were snuggling like you did when you were little kids." Johnathan teased him a little.

Will felt his face heat up. There was no way... When he said goodnight he was in his sleeping bag.

"Trust me Johnathan, I would've woken up if Mike had crawled up into my bed in the middle of the night. You know I'm a light sleeper,"
Will said.

"Why are you so concerned? You guys have always been this close. Best friends since kindergarten Will," Johnathan said mockingly.

"Yeah.. I guess. But I still don't believe you. We haven't snuggled at our sleepovers since we were little kids Johnathan." The fawn haired boy spoke up, the same softness in his voice as before but now mixed with a bit of frustration.

"Whatever you say. Are you sure you don't want some breakfast?" The older brother said.

"No thanks. I'm heading out," And at that given moment he walked out of the kitchen and put on his mint green converse shoes and a yellow raincoat. It was still raining, but just in tiny droplets.

He went out and grabbed his bike, raising it up. He hopped on and paddled away, to a secret place only he and his best friend knew of.

*edited*

Word count - 877

A/N
Hi y'all! thank you so much for your support. I completely forgot to post this chapter haha, it was in my drafts. Hope you enjoyed! Expect an update very soon ;) -Arla