This Year I've Had Enough
I'm In Over My Head
Alex jumped up from the hospital bed, a dumfound look on his face at he stared at his mother, waiting for a reaction. Alex's mom didn't even stay to listen to an explination, she wasn't ashamed, more embaressed that her son was a fag, or at least that's what Alex guessed by her reaction. He watched her walk away
And then Alex started crying. His mom hated his guts, he was just a burdon on her reputation, she'd seem so much happier without him.
Alex sat back on the bed, watching his fingers in his lap twist the fabric of his pale blue hospital gown. A single tear, rolled down his cheek. He thought how simple a tear was, yet how complex at the same time. It was just water and salt secreated from the body, but it was also so much more. It was emotion.
-Not even your own mother can love that ugly face you faggot.-
Jack stood in the coner dumbfound, staring at Alex. He saw the tear roll down he cheek and ran to his side. He sat down next to Alex on the beige and white hospital bed. Then Alex let out a choked sob and Jack wrapped his long lanky arms around Alex's slim waist and kissed the mess of blonde hair that hadn't been brushed.
And Jack just held him, because he knew what Alex was thinking in that beautiful mind of his. And Jack completly disagreed with those thoughts. Alex threw his legs over Jack's lap, his arms wrapped around his sholders, his fists clutching on to the black fabric of the raven haired boys shirt.
Alex was currled up in a ball in Jack's lap, crying years worth of tears, streaming down his cheeks like a candle burning wax. His mind was plauged with "faggot" and "worthless", even Jack's cooing and consoling wasn't lifting his spirits.
"Lex," Jack whispered in Alex's ear, "Lex look at me babe." Alex pulled away enough to cast his eyes up at the younger boy, his face plastered with the look of a hurt puppy, tears staining his cheeks, eyes bloodshot and swollen. "Oh, Alex." Jack pulled the boy back to his chest, trying to heal the hurt feeling in both of their chests, Alex's hurt the most. Jack rocked him back and forth trying to comfort the blonde boy, mummering a montra of "i'm sorry" into his hair.
They sat there in silence. No one came to check on them, fearing for what the parents of the patient would do to them if they tried to. They were left alone. They had eachother at least. They sat in the unnaturally illuminated hospital room as the snow outside drifted calmly. Waiting for the tears to stop falling. Waiting for the holes in their hearts to fill again. And so they shared a kiss, one that they knew could comfort eachother. One that could fill the holes.
They knew that with eachother, no one else mattered.
And then Alex started crying. His mom hated his guts, he was just a burdon on her reputation, she'd seem so much happier without him.
Alex sat back on the bed, watching his fingers in his lap twist the fabric of his pale blue hospital gown. A single tear, rolled down his cheek. He thought how simple a tear was, yet how complex at the same time. It was just water and salt secreated from the body, but it was also so much more. It was emotion.
-Not even your own mother can love that ugly face you faggot.-
Jack stood in the coner dumbfound, staring at Alex. He saw the tear roll down he cheek and ran to his side. He sat down next to Alex on the beige and white hospital bed. Then Alex let out a choked sob and Jack wrapped his long lanky arms around Alex's slim waist and kissed the mess of blonde hair that hadn't been brushed.
And Jack just held him, because he knew what Alex was thinking in that beautiful mind of his. And Jack completly disagreed with those thoughts. Alex threw his legs over Jack's lap, his arms wrapped around his sholders, his fists clutching on to the black fabric of the raven haired boys shirt.
Alex was currled up in a ball in Jack's lap, crying years worth of tears, streaming down his cheeks like a candle burning wax. His mind was plauged with "faggot" and "worthless", even Jack's cooing and consoling wasn't lifting his spirits.
"Lex," Jack whispered in Alex's ear, "Lex look at me babe." Alex pulled away enough to cast his eyes up at the younger boy, his face plastered with the look of a hurt puppy, tears staining his cheeks, eyes bloodshot and swollen. "Oh, Alex." Jack pulled the boy back to his chest, trying to heal the hurt feeling in both of their chests, Alex's hurt the most. Jack rocked him back and forth trying to comfort the blonde boy, mummering a montra of "i'm sorry" into his hair.
They sat there in silence. No one came to check on them, fearing for what the parents of the patient would do to them if they tried to. They were left alone. They had eachother at least. They sat in the unnaturally illuminated hospital room as the snow outside drifted calmly. Waiting for the tears to stop falling. Waiting for the holes in their hearts to fill again. And so they shared a kiss, one that they knew could comfort eachother. One that could fill the holes.
They knew that with eachother, no one else mattered.
Notes
okay so i feel bad for not updating in so long and i'm a terrible person cause i haven't.BUT, i give you this.
my writting is terrible and i'm so ashamed of this story to be honest. I wanted to make it a nice long chaptered like 100 chapter story but everytime i go to write a chapter all i seem to hear is. This story is shit compared to all the other good writters on here. You're just an amature. So i don't know i have a few things planned for like two more chapters or so but other than that i don't know.
Feed me comments or at least tell me i have more than a few readers, cause even thought my stats say i have like 100 something readers i still feel like only 10 people read this...
7/9/13