Insanity

Chapter 27: Done All Wrong

Sorry for the late update, but it's been a bit hard the past couple of days with family things. And I would've posted earlier today too, but I got guilt tripped into going outside and helping to do outdoorsey things. But anyway, here's a short chapter (I'm really sorry about that) and as always enjoy, vote and tell me what you think!

  

Chapter 27: Done All Wrong

  Dylan snored loudly, Roman joining in with the harmony as Crystal mumbled nothing in particular and Ivy slept soundly on my shoulder. I, however, couldn’t go to sleep. It was dark, besides the light that cracked through the blinds creating unwanted shadows. The floor was hard and my butt was numb, my legs were asleep and I was exhausted, but I still would not fall asleep.

  I sighed, it had been 1 hour, 45 minutes and 17 seconds since the last person fell asleep in this room, and I was nowhere near sleep. I looked to Ivy who had snuggled up to me; she looked peaceful, and gorgeous. I knew that she was happy.

  Dylan and Crystal had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and I knew that they were happy. Roman looked like he was dreaming peacefully, and I knew that he too, was happy. But me? I had no idea, I didn’t feel very happy.

  I sighed again as I gently lowered Ivy to the floor, putting a pillow under her head. I slowly got up, letting everything click into place before I tiptoed out of the room, and out of the hospital.

  I leaned against the outside wall of the huge hospital and breathed in the chilly night air. I wasn’t wearing my jacket, because I had given it to Ivy, and the cold bit into my skin, but it made me feel alive. I slowly sunk down until I was sitting with my legs out in front of me, and I looked up into the stars.

  I thought back to what I would normally do on a night like this; I would smoke. I felt withdrawal nip at me, trying to pull me back in, but after a moment it disappeared into the night. My addictions were behind me, but why did I still feel empty? Is it because I’ve hurt so many people?

  I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, before letting it out in a puff of steam. I had already promised Ivy that I wouldn’t leave, not yet anyway.

  “Ryder?” I heard, and my eyes flew open. It didn’t sound like my friends, but it was still familiar, pulling at a memory in the back of my mind.

  “No way! Ryder!” A guy appeared in front of me, grinning like he always does: with a twist to it.

  “Jimmy?” I asked, incredulous. I didn’t think that he’d come looking for me, he was always the ‘screw everyone, they can do what they want’ kind of guy.

  “Damn! Look at you, and here I thought that you would be back at an alley smoking pot,” He grinned as I got up to give him a bro-hug.

  I was about to say ‘how’s it been?’ until I noticed something in his hand. “Is that a beer bottle?” I stepped away from him, I didn’t understand. After everything that we had worked towards, he was turning back to it?

  Jimmy looked at the bottle, then back to me, a sad look in his eyes. I noticed then that he had a small dirty beard, and wore scruffy and dirty clothing. Rehab would never let him out like that, and I immediately knew that something was wrong.

  “Chris is dead mate, he died yesterday,” He spoke, a tone of defeat.

  I looked at like him like he was crazy, this couldn’t be happening. “What?”

  “He’s dead, he committed suicide. He couldn’t take it without his brother anymore, so now it’s just you and me buddy, just you and me,” He offered me the beer, grinning his usual twisted smile.