All Hail The Heart Breaker

All Hail The Heartbreaker.

prologue-

"Beep.. Beep.. Beep" is the first thing I can hear or even comprehend. I feel weak and achy, and my blatter feels as if it'll explode at any given moment. I open my heavy eye-lids, to see my mother sitting on a small chair on the other side of the room, looking down at a stack of what i suspect are photographs in her hands. She must not relieze i'm awake. Where am I? After a moment, I find enough strength to tilt my head enough to look above me. I see several machines, an IV and a heart monitor, with wires flowing down attached all over my body. I suppose i found the source of that annoying beeping. 

Shit. There's no questioning where I am now. Laying in the hospital bed, i begin to feel my head throb in pain. It isn't hard to put two and two together, no matter how dazed I am. I know what happened, and why i'm laying here now. My mothers soft voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Tyler, I'm so happy your awake! and well.. alive." She's looking right at me. Her eyes are puffy, and her face is bright red. She's been crying. I take another look around the room slowly, to see if anyone else is here to witness me in this terrible condition. But, to my surprise, she is the only one in the room. I feel a sinking in my chest, although relieving, it's a bit disappointing that there isn't any other family here.

"wh- what time is it?" I can hardly speak, i didn't expect it to be as difficult as it was. I shouldn't have expected anything less, considering its hard enough just to keep my eyes open.

"It's 5 in the morning sweetie, you've been in here for two days.. You really scared all of us." She says, grabbing a tissue from the desk next to the chair and blowing her nose. I'm surprised, I had no idea it's been two days. My body feels so drained; it feels like i've been running a marathon for the past 48 hours, then sitting in a hospital bed. 

"Wheres dad?" I say. I see the corners of her mouth sink even more then before, She knows I wont be happy with the answer.

"Sweetie, he.. could'nt make it." She was right, I already don't like this answer. No matter how vague she makes it. 

I shut my eye-lids, to avoid going any further into this conversation. I begin to concentrate on why again I am here in the first place. I think back to the night i met andrew..