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I opened my eyes to the awful glare of fluorescent hospital lights shining down upon me-and promptly closed them again. I sat up like a bolt when I remembered (partially) why I was there, to see that I was surrounded by a small army of hospital personnel with annoying similes painted across their faces.
"Hey little guy, how you feeling?" asked one of the doctors. I winced inwardly-I hated it when adults patronized me and I also hated "little guy."
"How much do you remember?" he continued nervously after my silence.
With those words it all came flooding back; the screams, the carnage and, what I considered the least important, the rape. Hoping beyond all hope I practically whispered,
"My parents...?"
A pained look came across the doctor's face and he sat down in a chair beside my cot and said after a brief silence,
"I'm sorry. Kai, they were dead before we arrived."
My grief was inexpressible. I felt I would explode-I couldn't cry, I couldn't yell, I couldn't move-I finally just screamed for all I was worth until I finally fell into unconsciousness.
For the second time in the span of 3 hours I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by people and though I felt I should be on the verge of suicide I felt light headed and not too sad at all. I would later learn that I was "high" on a near-toxic amount of strictly controlled antidepressants. I sat up to see Matt, a boy from my class, someone who looked like his mom and the person I most wanted to see-Lily.
"Hey, how you feeling? " inquired Matt nervously.
"Why are you here?" I replied, not really caring if I was rude or not.
"He was the one who heard uh...a disturbance...and phoned the police immediately. If it weren't for him you mightn't be alive now," said the same doctor I had seen earlier.
"Oh, thanks. I didn't mean to be rude," I said.
"Its perfectly understandable," said his mother looking at me sympathetically.
"...I feel like I should know you," I said after a closer look. "Do I know you?"
"You mom and I were best friends since high school. I saw you often when you were young. We had a falling out about 6 years ago and although we made up our friendship was never as close as it was before." She said with a pained look on her face. "It was however her wish that," here she took a deep breath before going on "that if anything ever happened to your parents I was to be your new guardian."
Hearing it put like that sent me over the edge, drugs or not. I fell back on my pillow and started weeping as I had never wept before. I vaguely heard the doctors telling everybody to leave but I grabbed hold of Lily's hand and she sat down beside me. I cried for what seemed like hours and the entire time she just lay on the bed beside me, stroking my hair and brushing away my tears. She always knew exactly how to react in stressful situations and her advice was always flawless. When I finally stopped crying (not because I didn't want to, but I was just too damn exhausted) I looked up into her china-doll face and croaked out, "Why? Why me?"
"Shhh," she whispered to me "You need to sleep, I'll come see you tomorrow morning"
And so I slept.
When I woke there she was, true to her word with Matt, Alex and my "girlfriend" at her side. I sat up and rubbed my very sore eyes and mumbled a greeting to my friends.
"Dude..." was all Alex could say. He was the opposite if Lily, he never knew how to act in uncomfortable situations but his presence and his expression told me all I needed to hear from him just then. Before I could even respond Beth, my girlfriend had swooped down and was kissing me, telling me how sorry she was. I suddenly remembered something and I pushed her off me none to gently.
"My dogs! Where are they?" I demanded. My friends looked at each other and then Alex said he would go find out from somebody.
"I can leave if you want to be alone," said Matt "but I'm here for you if you want to talk."
"Well, I should probably get to know you if - well yeah," I said, unable to think about not returning to my home. He seemed a bit awkward at first we had a nice talk-or rather he talked and I listened, occasionally mumbling that yeah, I liked that too. I found out that he was big into swimming and cross-country running and that he liked rock music. He was average in school and he said that he kept to himself most of the time except with one or two close friends. I was not in a very happy place at the time but I could tell that we would get along perfectly. From what I had seen in the locker room was that he was tall for his age, about 5'9, a good head taller than me, he had a swimmers body that was very well toned and short brown hair that he gelled up every day. I wasn't very keen on talking about me but I told him a little bit about myself with help from Beth and Lily and then, not thinking I said,
"Oh, you should probably know that I'm gay."
"WHAT??!!" screamed Beth. And with that she stood up and walked out of the ward, out of my life followed by an exasperated sigh from me.
"That's fine with me, dude. Sorry 'bout Beth though" Matt said after she had left.
"I told you that you should have told her before," said Lily scolding, "She was crazy about you!"
She looked at me with those piercing green eyes of her but before I could tell her that I didn't give a fuck about Beth, Alex came back.
"Uhh, please don't kill the messenger but the social workers who came with the ambulance took them to the animal shelter- and signed all your rights to them over to the SPCA." He said, looking nervous.
"Fuck them, can I borrow you cell phone please, Alex?"
"Sure, here."
I took the phone and called the operator who put me through to our local animal shelter.
"Hello, SPCA. How may I help you?"
"Hi, did you recently receive two white salukis?" I asked
"Yes, they were brought in by a social worker two days ago, they should be up for adoption tomorrow. Were you interested in them?"
"Yes," I replied. "They're mine."
"What? If they are yours, why were they brought here by a social worker?"
"Do those dogs look abused?!" I snapped.
"No, but why were they brought here then?" the man replied, somewhat frustrated.
"You want to know why? Do you?"
"It might help things a bit."
At this point I took a deep breath and reached over to grab Lily's hand.
"Because two days ago my house was broken into. I heard my parents screams as they were killed by the man who then beat the living shit out of me!" I said, my voice faltering at the end. "I am barely holding on to my fucking life! You want to see me put a bullet through my head? DO YOU?" I screamed, unable to hold back my tears any longer. After a brief silence while I composed myself he replied,
"I will adopt them myself and you can come and collect them-on one condition."
"I'm listening," I replied grudgingly.
"You promise me that you wont 'put a bullet through your head.' Suicide is NEVER the answer, never." He said.
I agreed and he gave me his name and number and said that I could come get them whenever I wanted.
"Don't worry. Mom loves dogs-ours died last year and she was too upset to get a new one," Matt said when I had hung up. I nodded weakly and then put my head on Lily's lap and began to cry again when Matt and Alex's moms walked in. Alex's mom told him that they had to go and then gave tried to comfort me for a second before leaving. Matt's mom sat down in Alex's chair and said,
"You haven't eaten in two days-what would you like me to get for you?"
"Nothing," I mumbled, my head buried in Lily's lap.
"Yes," said Lily promptly. "He would like a bow of chicken-noodle soup with lots of crackers and a chocolate milkshake."
I smiled to myself and nodded my agreement.
She came back after a few minutes and I wolfed down the food in a couple of minutes. Feeling slightly better, we talked for quite a while about pretty much anything but my parents and she told me that having my two dogs would be no problem as long as they got along with cats, which they did, and that my being gay changed nothing. Shortly after, a doctor came in, followed by someone that I didn't recognize.
"Hello," he said. "How are you?"
"Pretty shity to tell you the truth, but not as bad as I was."
"Ahem...well this is Dr. Smith," he said pointing to the man who had followed him in.
"He is a child psychiatrist who will be here to help you deal with your loss. If you wouldn't mind leaving, that would be best," he said to my "guests."
Once everyone had left (with lots of annoying well wishes) the shrink sat down beside me and said,
"So, what is it that you would like to talk about?"
"Nothing. I just want to be alone," I said, turning my head.
"I know it hurts but..."
"Yes," I cut in "it does. Please leave now. I have had two days to adjust to this and I don't fucking want to talk about "my loss" right now. Got it."
"Well, if you need me just ask a nurse and I'll be here as soon as possible," he replied as he got up to leave. I rolled over, glad to finally be alone when my doctor came in the room.
"What? What do you want now?" I groaned.
"I just wanted to let you know that you'll be able to leave the hospital tomorrow afternoon. You wont be able to do any straining physical activity for at least a week and you will have several medications to take home with you, but I'll go over all that tomorrow with you and Mrs. Coleman. Can I get you anything?"
"No, thank you. I just want to sleep," I replied. The doctor left but I couldn't sleep. I just lay there thinking about my fucked-up life. I have no idea for how long I lay there but I eventually got to sleep and wouldn't wake up until noon the next day.
I woke up feeling worse than ever; today was the day I would really have to face my new reality. I also woke up to something of a party. My room was full; Matt and his parents, Lily and hers, Alex and his, several hospital workers and another woman who was apparently distantly related to my mom and had just come to say how sorry she felt for me. What a waste of a plane ticket!
The afternoon went by in a blur for me; all of a sudden I was alone with Matt and his parents and the doctor was telling me about the various different pills to take for pain and depression.
"Mrs. Coleman," he said, pulling her to the side. "Make sure that you watch him take these pills at the right time. I hate to seem insensitive but I am worried about suicide. He has taken the death of his parents, or rather his mother, I think, harder than most children. What you have seen is but a fraction of a grief that, for him, is completely inexpressible."
"Thank you for whispering for my benefit," I said acerbically.
"Sorry, but I am only concerned for your well-being," the doctor replied, unphased.
"How touching."
"Are you ready?" asked Matt's dad gently.
"No," I answered "but let's go."
We gathered what few possessions I had with me and I walked tentatively down the hallway towards the exit; my life as bleak as the depressing hospital walls. I wordlessly got into their Mercedes and just stared out the window as we passed through the wealthy neighborhood where my parents lived and so, apparently, did Matt. We arrived at the house, which, while not as splendid as the mine, was stunning, modern and backed onto a beach that went on for miles in either direction. I stepped out of the car, numb with shock and walked towards the house.
"We had all your stuff moved here, but you can go back and get anything else when you feel ready. We weren't sure if you preferred to be alone, or if you wanted to sleep in Matt's room." Said Matt's mom.
"Oh, I don't want to be a bother, I'll sleep in my own room," I replied.
"Nonsense," she snorted.
"Yeah, I don't mind really," said Matt earnestly.
"Thanks, I guess I'll sleep in Matt's room then Mrs. Coleman."
"Please, call us Sharon and Dave. Come on, I'll show you around while the guys move in your stuff."
She took me all around the huge house, showed me the massive, fenced garden for the dogs but the best part of the house was the attic. Fully renovated and air-conditioned it was Matt's personal apartment, equipped with two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom and a kitchenette. This was where my dogs would be able to sleep at night. I was rather quiet but extremely grateful that no one cared whether or not I talked. I managed to eat dinner and watch a movie with the family with no tears and finally it was bed-time; the worst time of day for me. Matt and I said goodnight to his parents and we went upstairs and got ready to sleep. I walked in to our room and found a small cot made up for me-I started to get undressed but stopped after I took off my shirt.
"What should I sleep in," I asked at the same time Matt asked the same thing.
"Well, I usually sleep naked but I can wear boxers if you want," said Matt.
"No, no, that's fine. I sleep the same way."
"Sure, that's cool."
And, to my surprise, without turning away, he just stripped, treating me to a nice view of his body. A body that was more fitting of a one of those athletic Greek statues. I also got to see for the first time his 5.5-inch soft, uncut cock that, for some reason didn't even turn me on. I followed suit and soon we were both lying comfortably in our beds. Then, it happened again; I started crying softly to myself and turned my head towards Matt.
"Can I ask you a big favor," I asked through my tears.
"Shoot"
"Well, uhh, I kinda feel...lonely...could I...?" I trailed off
"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, "get in."
"Thanks so much, let me get my boxers"
"Don't bother, hop in"
I smiled and I crawled into bed beside him. He put his arm around me and, tucked up comfortably against his body, I realized for the first time just how much bigger he was than me. However, soon I was sleeping peacefully in his arms-happy for the first time in almost a week.
Thanks for reading. That's it for this chapter. Please send all comments to menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@hotmail.com Like I said, I would love to hear from you.