Chapter 11: Guilty
Eric lay in his hospital bed trying to brush away any thoughts of his future, it was hard enough having to deal with his mother and father, but not knowing where he'd even end up was just scary!
He stared back in his mother's direction. He missed her voice, her gentle hugs, even that freakishly weird laugh she always did but most all he missed the love she gave him. He could never get that kind of love again.
A quiet tapping at the door awoke him from his trance. He turned to see who it was. Ms. Brumewood began to make her way over to his bed.
"Hello Eric, it's nice to see you're awake" she smiled honestly and sat down on a chair beside his bed.
"Yer, sure" he muttered trying not to sound rude.
"So are you feeling better now?" she asked never changing her expression.
Eric didn't know how to answer that question truthfully. Laurie and Donna had told him he needed to tell the truth or no one could understand how to help him. But even coming from them he still didn't trust that theory.
"Yes" he stated flatly.
"Are you sure? You looked very down when I came in"
Ms. Brumewood cursed herself for saying such a careless thing, of course he wasn't alright it was doubtful he'd ever be alright again, not after what that monster did to him.
"Well, I've just found out my father's dying, and I'll probably be put into care because it's unlikely my mom's gonna wake up any time soon!" he said getting frustrated.
"I'm sorry," she stated feeling quite guilty.
"Don't be. It's all my fault anyway!"
"What's your own fault, Eric, I'm sure that can't be true"
"BUT IT IS!" he shouted.
Ms. Brumewood was slightly taken back by his sudden burst of anger. She didn't know whether he was angry at her or himself.
"If I had done my chores the morning she fell, then she wouldn't have done them, she wouldn't have fell, she'd still..." Eric trailed off into sobs.
"No, no Eric, it wasn't your fault"
"It was...it was, I deserved everything he did to me, I deserved it and I should be lying there, in a coma right now, not my mom, I should be the one in the coma..."
Her heart was breaking as he said each word. To think he thought it was his own fault his mother was in a coma, his own fault his father beat the crap out of him.
Eric couldn't get any more words out. He was to shaken with uncontrollable tears to respond to anything.
Ms. Brumewood tried to sound as gentle as she could.
"Eric, is that what your father told you?"
After a short while he managed to choke out some words.
"He...he was right"
"Eric, what did he do to you?"
"HE JUST GAVE ME WHAT I DESERVED!" he screamed at her.
Then he turned away from her and told her he wanted to sleep now. She finally gave up when he wouldn't answer her.
"I'll come back later then," she said as she began to walk towards the door.
"Oh and Eric, it's not your fault, please don't blame yourself. Remember your father is an ill man. He didn't know what he was talking about"
Then she left.
Eric sighed. He couldn't accept what she was saying. It made too much sense to him that it was his fault. He could only accept what Red had programmed into him. Of course it was his fault. If he had done his chores, his mom would have been ok.
He was facing his mother again, "Oh, mom, why did I have to go and ruin everybody's life"
A few hours later his doctor returned to his room.
"How are you doing, Eric?" He asked trying to sound like it was just a casual question. But Eric could sense deep concern in his voice.
Ms. Brumewood must have been talking to him. Although he did expect the doctor to be angry with him if he found out what he'd done!
"I'm fine...why?" He was sick of people asking him if he was ok.
"Eric, I've arranged for Mrs. Walker, a psychiatrist to come and see you!"
"Why?"
"To talk about the mental damage your father has caused you, you have all this emotional baggage that you need let go of"
Eric fell silent and looked away from the doctor.
"Ok" he stated quietly.
The doctor again left, almost bumping into Donna on his way out.
"What was that about?" she asked curiously.
"Oh nothing, he was just telling me how I have to see a psychiatrist."
"Really, how do you feel about that?"
"I dunno, I just want this to be all over"
"I...saw Ms. Brumewood before, she didn't look very well, what were you and her talking about"
Eric didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"Not much, anyway can't wait to get out of here and go hang out with you and Hyde, I'm really starting to get bored here" he said trying to change the subject.
"Eric!" Donna's gaze was on him.
He didn't want her to know. He didn't want her to find out how it was his entire fault his mother was in a coma. Not Donna. He couldn't lose her.
"Nothing, we just talked about my dad and I don't want to talk about him now so please can't we just talk about something else"
"Alright, if that's what you really want"
"Yes that's what I want!"
Eric lay back in his bed.
"So when's Hyde coming?"
"Well, seems his mom's dragging him to a funeral for some relative he's never met before for a couple of days, so he won't be back until Monday."
"What day is it today?"
"Saturday"
"Man, it's weird how time can fly even when you've got nothing to do but sleep!"
"Well, you were asleep for thirty-six hours after you passed out. You must have been well exhausted!"
"Yer, it's funny, I still feel so tired, I'll speak to ya later, ok?"
"Yer, Cya"
*Awww...*
Eric didn't feel like talking. He'd even rather take the risk of meeting Red again, in his dreams or more like nightmares, he'd forgotten what dreams were like!
Well, this is the whole chapter of this, sorry I haven't much in ages, I've got a bit of writers block! But I promise you I haven't given up on this story! Well, again hope ya like it so far.bye x
Eric lay in his hospital bed trying to brush away any thoughts of his future, it was hard enough having to deal with his mother and father, but not knowing where he'd even end up was just scary!
He stared back in his mother's direction. He missed her voice, her gentle hugs, even that freakishly weird laugh she always did but most all he missed the love she gave him. He could never get that kind of love again.
A quiet tapping at the door awoke him from his trance. He turned to see who it was. Ms. Brumewood began to make her way over to his bed.
"Hello Eric, it's nice to see you're awake" she smiled honestly and sat down on a chair beside his bed.
"Yer, sure" he muttered trying not to sound rude.
"So are you feeling better now?" she asked never changing her expression.
Eric didn't know how to answer that question truthfully. Laurie and Donna had told him he needed to tell the truth or no one could understand how to help him. But even coming from them he still didn't trust that theory.
"Yes" he stated flatly.
"Are you sure? You looked very down when I came in"
Ms. Brumewood cursed herself for saying such a careless thing, of course he wasn't alright it was doubtful he'd ever be alright again, not after what that monster did to him.
"Well, I've just found out my father's dying, and I'll probably be put into care because it's unlikely my mom's gonna wake up any time soon!" he said getting frustrated.
"I'm sorry," she stated feeling quite guilty.
"Don't be. It's all my fault anyway!"
"What's your own fault, Eric, I'm sure that can't be true"
"BUT IT IS!" he shouted.
Ms. Brumewood was slightly taken back by his sudden burst of anger. She didn't know whether he was angry at her or himself.
"If I had done my chores the morning she fell, then she wouldn't have done them, she wouldn't have fell, she'd still..." Eric trailed off into sobs.
"No, no Eric, it wasn't your fault"
"It was...it was, I deserved everything he did to me, I deserved it and I should be lying there, in a coma right now, not my mom, I should be the one in the coma..."
Her heart was breaking as he said each word. To think he thought it was his own fault his mother was in a coma, his own fault his father beat the crap out of him.
Eric couldn't get any more words out. He was to shaken with uncontrollable tears to respond to anything.
Ms. Brumewood tried to sound as gentle as she could.
"Eric, is that what your father told you?"
After a short while he managed to choke out some words.
"He...he was right"
"Eric, what did he do to you?"
"HE JUST GAVE ME WHAT I DESERVED!" he screamed at her.
Then he turned away from her and told her he wanted to sleep now. She finally gave up when he wouldn't answer her.
"I'll come back later then," she said as she began to walk towards the door.
"Oh and Eric, it's not your fault, please don't blame yourself. Remember your father is an ill man. He didn't know what he was talking about"
Then she left.
Eric sighed. He couldn't accept what she was saying. It made too much sense to him that it was his fault. He could only accept what Red had programmed into him. Of course it was his fault. If he had done his chores, his mom would have been ok.
He was facing his mother again, "Oh, mom, why did I have to go and ruin everybody's life"
A few hours later his doctor returned to his room.
"How are you doing, Eric?" He asked trying to sound like it was just a casual question. But Eric could sense deep concern in his voice.
Ms. Brumewood must have been talking to him. Although he did expect the doctor to be angry with him if he found out what he'd done!
"I'm fine...why?" He was sick of people asking him if he was ok.
"Eric, I've arranged for Mrs. Walker, a psychiatrist to come and see you!"
"Why?"
"To talk about the mental damage your father has caused you, you have all this emotional baggage that you need let go of"
Eric fell silent and looked away from the doctor.
"Ok" he stated quietly.
The doctor again left, almost bumping into Donna on his way out.
"What was that about?" she asked curiously.
"Oh nothing, he was just telling me how I have to see a psychiatrist."
"Really, how do you feel about that?"
"I dunno, I just want this to be all over"
"I...saw Ms. Brumewood before, she didn't look very well, what were you and her talking about"
Eric didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"Not much, anyway can't wait to get out of here and go hang out with you and Hyde, I'm really starting to get bored here" he said trying to change the subject.
"Eric!" Donna's gaze was on him.
He didn't want her to know. He didn't want her to find out how it was his entire fault his mother was in a coma. Not Donna. He couldn't lose her.
"Nothing, we just talked about my dad and I don't want to talk about him now so please can't we just talk about something else"
"Alright, if that's what you really want"
"Yes that's what I want!"
Eric lay back in his bed.
"So when's Hyde coming?"
"Well, seems his mom's dragging him to a funeral for some relative he's never met before for a couple of days, so he won't be back until Monday."
"What day is it today?"
"Saturday"
"Man, it's weird how time can fly even when you've got nothing to do but sleep!"
"Well, you were asleep for thirty-six hours after you passed out. You must have been well exhausted!"
"Yer, it's funny, I still feel so tired, I'll speak to ya later, ok?"
"Yer, Cya"
*Awww...*
Eric didn't feel like talking. He'd even rather take the risk of meeting Red again, in his dreams or more like nightmares, he'd forgotten what dreams were like!
Well, this is the whole chapter of this, sorry I haven't much in ages, I've got a bit of writers block! But I promise you I haven't given up on this story! Well, again hope ya like it so far.bye x