I felt myself starting to break down again. Danny was leaving me again. For good this time. But if he was just gonna... Why did he say he’d give me another chance? It didn’t make any sense...
I fought back the urge to sink to my knees and shuffled off back home. The tears wouldn’t come this time, though. Something was stopping them even though I felt like shit. No wonder I was still a fucking virgin if I couldn’t even hold down a relationship for more than a week. Oh, so that’s why I couldn’t cry over it. Because I was too busy hating myself. Mom and Dad didn’t even notice. They were too busy getting on with their own lives to notice the fact that I wasn’t leaving my room.
By the time I did leave my room, a week had gone by. I was thinner, paler and visibly ill. It didn’t take a genius to know something was up. But Mom and Dad were still too busy to notice. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Danny.
There was nothing but breathing for a while but at least he answered. “Yeah?”
"I'm sorry for being such a shitty human being. And I'm sorry for ever coming into your life" I said quietly.
"You rang for that?"
I chuckled. "There I go being a shitty person again. Sorry for wasting your time..."
"It's been a week, Kyle."
"This was the first chance I got to use the phone"
He sighed. "Why?"
"I've been in bed all week..."
"That sentence isn't finished Kyle."
"I haven't left my room all week"
"So I'm sorry for everything I put you through. If I could I'd go back and change things so we never met if it'd make you happier"
"If's and but's won't change anything Kyle, why did you honestly call me?"
"To say sorry"
"Okay, apology noted."
"So like I said, sorry for wasting your time"
"You're still there... Kyle. I heard you the first time."
"I guess I'll go, then. See you around"
"I... I don't know"
"Mmm, yeah I gu-" he didn’t finish his sentence. He was too busy hanging up on me.
I sniffled a little, putting my phone down on the kitchen counter. Now I felt even shittier. I shuffled through the kitchen, glancing at the box of cupcakes Mom had bought, before heading back up to my room. I was just a waste of space, I didn’t deserve to eat. I slunk back into bed, pulling the sheets around myself and curling up into a ball. The tears still wouldn’t come but staring at the wall helped to irritate my eyes enough to water, at least. I just wanted a hug and to be told everything was okay. I wanted Danny.
Fuck it, I would’ve been happy with Damien right then.