Chased by the Past
Things will get better (Jack POV)
It was hard for me to eat. Rian was still not awake, and the doctors had said he didn’t have good chances to wake up. His breathing had become more shallow, and apparently, his blood test results had showed he didn’t have enough oxygen travelling through his body.
I cried a lot these days, Alex was always there to help me, but I could see that he was not as well as he pretended to be. Our new home was wonderful, but I felt too weak and sad to fully appreciate it.
Dinner was the most difficult part of the day, it was getting dark outside and I felt ridiculously fat and ugly. I ate it only for Alex, I wanted him to see me eat and be relieved, and surprisingly, I still hadn’t purged.
Also, my nightmares and flashbacks had returned. Me and Alex were sleeping in one bed, so he could hold me whenever it got bad, stroke me, sing to me, until we fell asleep. I tried my best to help Alex, and it seemed to work a little, because I had written a song for him that made him smile.
A week and a half after Rian had been attacked, Alex brought home a surprise.
He opened the door, holding a box in his hands, and put it down. I was curious and came closer. Our little kittens came too, sniffing at the box, and jumping back after they had smelled it. I bent down to spy inside the box. A small sound was emitted by something inside. I looked closer, and almost fell over when I realized what Alex had brought home.
It was a vanilla-coloured dog, a Labrador to be exact. I held back a squeal, as not to scare the puppy, and let him out of the box. The little dog made his way out of the box, almost falling over his big paws. I held my hand out for him to smell, he did, and licked it. I had to pick him up now, this was too cute.
I looked Alex in the eyes, he was smiling widely. I smiled back, and petted the little creature in my arms. I set him down to inspect the kittens, who were not really scared. In fact, they soon showed him who was the boss, and hit him on his snout.
“Alex, thank you so much! I love you… How did you know this would help me? Because I now have a reason to go outside every day and all that.” I said. I was almost crying with joy, and I walked over to my husband (it still sounded so new and exciting to call him that!) to hug him and kiss his cute little nose.
“Um… well I heard dogs help people with depression, and I didn’t even want get one just now but he –I hope it is okay that I called him Danny- looked so, so, so adorable, I just had to. I am so happy you like him!” he said, sparkles in his eyes.
I looked down to my feet, the cats and the dog were playing happily together, it looked like the cats were teasing the poor little boy and he tried to catch them.
I watched them some more, until Alex’s phone rang. It was Zack.
“Alex, please come to the hospital. Rian is showing signs of consciousness.”
I cried a lot these days, Alex was always there to help me, but I could see that he was not as well as he pretended to be. Our new home was wonderful, but I felt too weak and sad to fully appreciate it.
Dinner was the most difficult part of the day, it was getting dark outside and I felt ridiculously fat and ugly. I ate it only for Alex, I wanted him to see me eat and be relieved, and surprisingly, I still hadn’t purged.
Also, my nightmares and flashbacks had returned. Me and Alex were sleeping in one bed, so he could hold me whenever it got bad, stroke me, sing to me, until we fell asleep. I tried my best to help Alex, and it seemed to work a little, because I had written a song for him that made him smile.
A week and a half after Rian had been attacked, Alex brought home a surprise.
He opened the door, holding a box in his hands, and put it down. I was curious and came closer. Our little kittens came too, sniffing at the box, and jumping back after they had smelled it. I bent down to spy inside the box. A small sound was emitted by something inside. I looked closer, and almost fell over when I realized what Alex had brought home.
It was a vanilla-coloured dog, a Labrador to be exact. I held back a squeal, as not to scare the puppy, and let him out of the box. The little dog made his way out of the box, almost falling over his big paws. I held my hand out for him to smell, he did, and licked it. I had to pick him up now, this was too cute.
I looked Alex in the eyes, he was smiling widely. I smiled back, and petted the little creature in my arms. I set him down to inspect the kittens, who were not really scared. In fact, they soon showed him who was the boss, and hit him on his snout.
“Alex, thank you so much! I love you… How did you know this would help me? Because I now have a reason to go outside every day and all that.” I said. I was almost crying with joy, and I walked over to my husband (it still sounded so new and exciting to call him that!) to hug him and kiss his cute little nose.
“Um… well I heard dogs help people with depression, and I didn’t even want get one just now but he –I hope it is okay that I called him Danny- looked so, so, so adorable, I just had to. I am so happy you like him!” he said, sparkles in his eyes.
I looked down to my feet, the cats and the dog were playing happily together, it looked like the cats were teasing the poor little boy and he tried to catch them.
I watched them some more, until Alex’s phone rang. It was Zack.
“Alex, please come to the hospital. Rian is showing signs of consciousness.”
Notes
I am sorry for not updating in a few days, but I was stupid enough to start another fic, so I am now writing three:- This one (Chased by the Past)
- My halloween contest entry will be continued (Don't you like Halloween?)
- A story based on a bus accident I was involved it (The Impact of one Moment)
I need to say one thing about The Impact of one Moment though, it is based off my own experience, but not everything is 100% how it happened for me.
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4/18/14