Abandoned

Chapter 12

Pha's pov:

"I want to die." He muttered.

I reeled back and stared at him wide eyed.

I heard a loud gasp from the doorway.

Mom and dad were standing on the doorway. Their eyes were wide open and jaws hanging.

Mom was covering her mouth with her palm.

"W-why do you want to die?" I asked shakily.

He tilted his head.

"Why am i alive? For what? No one wants me. No one cares for me. I'm all alone. I don't want to live anymore. I just want to rest. I'm tired." He said.

I gulped the lump that had formed in my throat.

"I'm here. I want you. I care for you. You're not alone anymore." I said softly.

He just stared at me silently.

I don't think he understands what I'm saying.

I wrecked my brain trying to come up with something. A way through which i could make him understand what i was saying.

Then an idea popped into my head.

I stood up and lifted him in my arms.

I hugged him close and patted his head gently.

"I want you. I care for you. You're not alone anymore." I repeated my words again.

I kept repeating them over and over again until i could feel some kind of reaction from him.

He slowly round his arms around my neck and held on tightly.

I could feel my shoulder getting wet from his tears.

I released a deep breath.

Thank god....

I kept patting his head and walked around the room slowly.

Before long i could feel his steady breathing and hear his soft snores. His arms loosened around my neck.

I walked towards the door.

Mom and dad were standing in the doorway looking at him.

They looked really worried. Mom had tears in her eyes.

"He fell asleep." I said softly.

They moved out of the way and let me out.

I stopped and thought for a while.

After some thinking i decided bring him to my room.

I slowly put him down on the bed and covered him with the duvet. I wiped the tear trails on his cheeks.

I turned to mom an dad who were standing right beside the bed.

"He needs someone to keep an eye on him around the clock. I can't tell when these episodes will happen or what will trigger them. This time he only said it out loud. Next time....." I pursed my lips and frowned.

"Oh god...." Mom mumbled.

"We should take him to a psychiatrist." Dad said.

I nodded.

"I'll talk to him about it after he wakes up." I replied while looking at him.

They nodded.

With that they left the room.

I heaved a deep sigh.

"Fuck....." I propped my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands.