Broken Boy - Cookomalley

3.

This is a short chapter but I've had a writers block and all my creativity disappeared for a few days anyways enjoy:)

Nick's pov

Life became extremely boring without Jamie. Every day was the same. I wake up, walk to school, sit in hell for 8 hours then walk home just to make dinner and clean the house because mom is too tired to do so herself.

Recently she's been in pain, mostly heart stuff. It has been tough taking care of everything all at once, especially when I have no friend to talk to. I missed Jamie.

I grabbed an apple and walked out the door. Today would be shitty, I could feel it. I didn't get any sleep, I usually get five hours of sleep if I'm lucky, but recently I've been doing homework all night.

I looked up at the clouds, they were getting darker every passing minute.
I hurried my steps but the rain was quicker. Just my luck. I entered the school looking like a wet zombie. My hair messy, my clothes drenched and my undereyes darker than my fucking soul. Jamie's friends immediately laughed at me. He didn't say anything, just let it happen, but he looked sad. Pitiful.

I showed them my middle finger and went into the bathroom to dry up. Luckily I had a dry shirt in my bag, but my trousers were still a problem.
I decided to skip class to not get laughed at.

//

I was in class when I got a call from dad. I excused myself to the teacher and answered it. Right away I got worried. His voice was shaking while he talked. He told me to immediately meet me outside of school. Dad explained everything in the car.

Mom was in hospital. She had gotten trouble breathing so she called an ambulance on herself. Arriving there and seeing her in so much pain was just too much. I told dad I had to go to the bathroom. I started crying on the way, but it turned to sobbing when the door closed behind me. I didn't wanna be here. And I didn't wanna have a panic attack in a hospital bathroom either. I was shaking so badly I had to sit down. I heard a door open and a boy my age came out of the bathroom.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" He crouched down in front of me. "Well you obviously aren't. Do you want a hug?"
I slowly looked up at him. He had long  brown hair similar to mine, but less curly. His eyes matched his hair, a dark brown. I tried to calm down before speaking to him.
"I don't e-even know y-you."
"I'm Alex, I'm 16 years old, and my boyfriend got into an accident so that's why I'm here." Alex sat down next to me instead of crouching.
"I'm Nick, I'm 16 too, and I'm currently crying over my mother who's in pain."

"Do you still not want a hug? I can't just leave you here all sad." I gave him a small smile and we hugged. It was nice, but made me think of Jamie.
"Can I tell you something Alex. I feel like you would be good help."
He nodded and I kept talking.
"I'm kinda very gay too. And I'm in love with this boy, my best friend actually. But we had a fight and he's not my best friend anymore.
We've always been so close and now he has a girlfriend and stuff. And I'm  stuck here with my heartbreak. How do I get over him, or get him back, without his girlfriend. God damnit I just want my Jamie back."

The room went quiet for a while, Alex was thinking of what to say.
"He obviously causes you pain, and you're not worth that. Maybe you should get a new one, a boyfriend. Make Jamie come to you. But if he breaks up with his girlfriend and only then comes back to you, don't accept it. You're not the second choice right? Right?"
"No I'm not, I've been his friend for years. She's just some bitch."
"That's right, now let's get off this nasty floor."

//

I sat down on a chair next to mom. She patted the hospital bed next to her, waiting for me to sit down. When I did she took my hand.
"Nicholas, I know I've been unfair to you with this illness. But you have to try for me. I don't trust your dad on keeping the house clean." I laughed and nodded.
"When will you come back home?"
"Doctors said next week."
"Good, we need you. I need you.
I don't have anyone other than dad."
"I still think you should talk to Jamie."
"I know what you think mom. But he hates me now, and he has Katie. He doesn't need me. We haven't talked in two weeks."
"You will know what to do when the time comes. Just don't lose him. He's the only one who's been there for you when you didnt want to talk to us.
He made our broken boy heal again,

and now you're shattered."