Broken Yet Meant To Be (ft. Dream and George)

~Feelings

(hey guys sorry if the story has so many bad spelling errors I try really hard to go back and fix them all but its actually pretty hard lol, I'm dyslexic so spelling doesn't come easy I'm trying.)

Clay stares at the door way as he sees Georges leave the room. His head fills with questions wondering what that was all about. He looks back at the bathroom and gets up. He walks into the bathroom and looks at what's left of the mirror he looks into it and sees a jagged deformed version of himself. He shakes his head as he thinks of how dumb he was. He starts to laugh but soon tears form in his eyes. He ignores it and walks over to the shower were the floor is stained light pink he turns on the shower and takes off his cloths and walks in. He smells his aroma and realizes that a good shower was needed he hadn't taken one for about 1 week. Clay grabs a his shampoo bottle and squirts some of the shampoo in his hair. He scrubs at it for awhile. He washes his body and gets out.

Clay grabs his towel and wraps it around his waist and stands up straight. He walks over to his dresser and opens the drawers and sees his merch and other cloths in the drawer. He moves it aside and grabs his favorite warm peach hoodie and slides it over his head. He glances over and sees how many hoodies he's worn that day he shakes his head annoyed. He sits down and tries to clear his mind the time seems slower and but everything's just a blur.

He rubs his head and starts to get light headed he feels as if there's a knife just slicing into his head. Clay stubbles out of the room and to the kitchen for some water and Asprin he leans against the counter trying to clear his head. Nick walks over to him and reaches up to grab Clays shoulder. 

"Are you okay?" 

Clay feels his legs go weak as he falls to the ground with a hard thud he feels he hears the echo's of his friends yelling. Clay feels his body hit the ice cold tile floor. He can feel the thump of his heart as the room goes quite and black. Then it all stops....the darkness he's surrounded by goes quite. He doesn't feel the cold floor anymore instead he feels nice warm light shinning on his sides and face. He looks around but doesn't see any light but the warmth was nice and made him feel happy. He then hears someone open a door and sit down he hears slight crying not loud but small almost as if they were trying to be loud. His eyes open slowly as he's welcomed by the light coming from his blinds. He looks around and sees George sitting on the edge of his bed. Clay sees a small tear run down his face.....

(sorry for the short chapter I'm making another one right now don't worry I didn't forget about this story.. love you honey bunches and have a nice day <3)