"Alex you haven't gone mad. I'm here little brother"

It's been a week since the incident, and Alex has made no sign of recovering. Fuck school fuck friends. I sit in the hospital and wait for any sign of movement. It never comes. I sit in his room until nine o'clock and leave. I'm back every morning at eight am. Zack comes to visit some days after school and Rian visits during his lunch break.

I'm sitting in the cafe eating a sandwich with ham lettuce and tomoato. I looked up from my plate and Rian was sitting acrosss the table. He looked way too excited to be in a hospital.

"What the fuck are you looking at loser?" I asked semi-jokingly

"He moved Jack. His fucking toes curled over."

I dropped my food nad ran toward the nearest elevator. "Alex Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex,Alex,Alex,Alex,alex" I said shifting my weight back and forth the who;le time in the elevator.

I calmly walked into Alex's room and watched him in silence. Was he going to move again? Will he move again? Can he hear me? Does he remember what happened? I turned the televison on and sat on the spinny chair next to him. Nothing really happening on the news so I turned on cartoon network. Why not watch cartoons in ICU? I sat next to him for three more hours just holding his hand and talking to him.

"Alex, it's Jack. I don't know if you can hear me wherever you are, but I've been here for the last week and I missed you moving your toes because I was hungry and I am so so sorry. I love you and I wish you would move something again for me. Rian was here when you did it. I wish I hope and I might even pray that you can hear me and that you know that I am, and always will be here for you."

I sighed, still nothing. Nothing at all no response. "SO YOU MOVED FOR RIAN PROBABLY NOT EVEN KNOWING HE WAS HERE AND IVE BEEN SITTING BY YOUR SIDE FOR A WHOLE FUCKING WEEK AND YOU DONT MOVE. YOU REFUSE TO FUCKING HEAR ME, TO ACKNOWLEDGE MY EXISTENCE. FINE I'M LEAVING NOW ALEXANDER WILLIAM. FUCK THIS. FUCK THAT. I'LL BE BACK TOMORROW. I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW."

I ran down the stairs, I didn't even think about taking the elevator. I'm just too fucking angry to deal with anything but myself right now. I opened and slammed the door to my car in a fit of rage that doesn't want to go away and I don't want it to go away. I'm on the way home. I sped home and I walked in my front door.

"GOD DAMMIT. GOD DAMMIT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE. I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH WITHOUT YOU. FUCKING FUCK."

I started slamming things on the ground, plates, bowls, glasses. I took things and threw them agianst the walls of the house.

"WHAT FUCKING PART OF THIS SHIT IS FAIR. WHY THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING?! HE WAS THE ONLY GOOD THING THAT WAS A CONSTANT IN MY LIFE. I HAVE GOOD PARENTS BUT THEY AREN'T HERE EVER NEVER FUCKING HERE ALWAYS SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY SISTER IS NICE, BUT COME ON. AND JOE. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT BACKSTABBING SON OF A BITCH. COME ON. ALEX WAS THE ONE GOOD THING I HAD IN MY LIFE. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH." I smashed another plate on the floor and started crying.

Notes

I have internet now so much updates.