Hey guys, it's me again... Here's the story I told you about in my other story All I ever wanted. So, here you go!
Silhouette
He threw his phone at his bed after that stupid call he made a few minutes ago. His eyes began to water, his face burned in anger, his fists curled in determination, his heart beat faster and his head began to wander in despair as his flipped to the last page.
"Ahhhh!" the boy scream and threw the picture album at the wall. He ran to his desk and swept off everything on it.
"Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" he said hitting his head with his fists.
He looked around and saw the mess he made. He saw a picture fall off from a book that was sitting on his desk earlier. It was a picture of him and a guy. They had ice cream all over their faces. And they looked... happy. But he could no longer remember how it felt to be happy. All he felt was overwhelming anger and frustration that was welling up inside him. And so he balled his fists again and kicked the picture out of the way as he punched the concrete wall. He banged and bumped his head against the wall several times and eventually bruised his forehead. But he had lost all control and all care for his well being. So what if he hurt himself? So what if he bled and cried? Nobody seemed to care, and why would they? He was useless.
He leaned against the wall, shedding his tears on his damped shirt. He looked hopelessly to his side and found an almost empty cologne bottle. He picked it up and squeezed it tight before smashing it on the floor in anger and depression. He breathed in the scent of the cologne and stood up crookedly while his blood trickled its way to his fingertips.
He made his way to the bathroom sink, his skin stinging with pain. He looked at the mirror and saw his face, the bruises, the cuts and scratches. His forehead was slightly bleeding; his arms were filled with fine scratches. He couldn't recognize himself anymore. As far as he knew, the person staring back at him was an insane man. He couldn't bear to think what was going on in the mind of a person who injured himself on purpose but at the same time, he understood. Each cut, each wound, each patch of black and blue skin signified his longing and pain. He felt useless and left to rot. And he deserves nothing but to die.
He reached for the drawer and revealed a small blade. He stared at it in desperation. I AM USELESS. I AM A DISGRACE. THEY DO NOT DERSERVE A COWARD LIKE ME. He pierced his skin as he pressed the blade unto his flesh. He stared at the blood oozing from his skin and felt the tiniest glimmer of hope. –something he had felt in a long time. But it was a hopeless kind of hope. It was the hope and desire that the blade would be the tool to end his life once and for all. The world had become too cruel and he had become too weak. The pain from the cuts urged him to stop, but the pain in his heart willed him to go on. He slashed his arm again until he formed the phrase, "I am USELESS"
As soon as Nancy and Bill heard the continuous blows, Nancy immediately called 911 and asked for an ambulance while Bill took out the first aid kit. They raced to the boy's room. Nancy tried to open the door but it was jammed. Bill had no other choice but to kick the door open. They saw traces of dripping blood on the floor. It led to the bathroom. They followed it and found the boy on the bathroom floor slowly fainting.
"Brady!" both screamed in fright in the sight of his thrashed body.
Before Nancy could touch her nephew, Bill brought him to his bed. Nancy filled a small bucket with water and brought it to Bill who was preparing the kit and putting on his gloves.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Nancy asked with an unsure voice.
"Judging by his wounds, he's gonna be okay" Bill answered cleaning the wounds on his forehead.
"Oh, thank goodness" she said under her breath.
"Give me some bandage for his forehead" he request while applying disinfectant on his wounds.
Nancy obeyed and gave him the bandage. Nancy's eyes grew wider when she saw the writing on Brady's arm.
"Oh my! Bill look at his arm"
"Crap!" he exclaimed inspecting the cuts.
"Did it go through?"
"No, it's just on the flesh. Good thing he didn't cut through any vein"
"Uncle Bill?"
"Yes, Brady?"
"Will I ever feel again?" Brady said before fainting again.
After Bill and Nancy have provided him first aid, nurses came rushing through the door. They carried Brady in a stretcher heading to the ambulance. They looked at Brady's weak body being carried away. Nancy leaned on Bill's side.
"I hope he's gonna be okay"
"Me too, honey. Me too" he said embracing his wife.
As all this chaos was happening, a deep voice stood out.
"Excuse me Ma'am, Sir, I am Dr. Robert Goodman" the man in a white lab suit said sticking out his hand.
"Nancy" she said shaking his hand.
"Bill" he shook his hand with his.
"Can you do me a favour, this is concerning about your nephew"
"Anything doctor" Nancy said in all hopes.
"Can you please leave this place as it is? My team will be investigating his psychiatric well being tonight and tomorrow. I'll be handing the results to his ER doctor, to see if she'll approve"
"Okay, anything for our boy"
What is going on here? He looked around and saw that he was rushed to the Emergency room. He tried getting up.
"Uhm, nurse? Is my aunt and uncle there?"
The nurse heard Brady whisper those words.
"The patient is conscious" he called out to another nurse.
"Sir, your aunt and uncle will be here in an hour"
"Okay" he slumped back.
"Nurse?"
"Yes sir?"
"Is it over yet?" and with that Brady went unconscious again.
Brady was checked in to the hospital, for two days to fully recover from his situation. Dr. Goodman gave the results to Dr. Maxine Kiers, Brady's ER doctor. She approved of the Psychiatrist's suggestion; to put him in the mental hospital for a week to straighten his emotions and mental performance.
Brady woke up from his deep sleep and found his Aunt Nancy and Uncle Bill chatting with his brothers. He didn't want to listen to what they were talking about so he took his iPod from the table beside him and played it.
"Aunt Nancy! Uncle Bill!" Boomer exclaimed in pure happiness.
"Hello dear, we bring bad news" Nancy answered with a faded smile.
"Bad news? Wait, I'll call everybody"
"Mason! Mikayla! Boz! Lanny! Get in here" he shouted.
After a minute, everyone was there in the room except Lanny.
"Where's Lanny?" Boomer asked.
"He went with his friends"
"Oh, okay... Anyway, Aunt Nancy and Uncle Bill bring bad news" said Boomer
"What's going on Nancy?" Mason asked.
Bill and Nancy sighed together and spoke, "Brady is sick"
"Sick?" Everyone said in unison.
"Yes, sick... not just physically but mentally and emotionally, here I'll show you" Nancy said taking the laptop to Brady.
All of them gasped in his appearance. Mason felt his knees weaken. Boomer's eyes widened. Mikayla's mouth flung open. Boz gulped at his brother's state.
"Wha-What ha-happened to him?" Boz stuttered.
"He had an emotional breakdown, Boz. That's what both of his doctors said" answered Bill.
"Aunt Nancy, Uncle Bill... we're coming there in two days time" Boomer voice cracked.
"Okay Boomer, be careful on your way here you guys" Nancy and Bill said before shutting down their computer.
So? What do you think of my first chapter? Please read and review...
Okay, I think I won't be able to update All I ever wanted this week because I'm going to a 3 day camp...
And I'd like to thank Ms. Zooeytroll for helping me edit this :)
Thanks everyone! :)
~KEEP CALM AND STAY LEGENDARY~