DIEGO'S POV.

My lips let out a groan, my muscles hurt and so does my arm.

My hand feels heavy, it feels like someone is holding onto it. It feels like I am in the hospital again, something I do not want to happen anytime soon.

My eyes automatically open when I find the energy, but I regret it when the natural light that is coming from the window reflects on my face.

I close my eyes, groaning in anger and pain. My body does not feel strong, it feels too fucking weak, it feels like an elephant sat on it.

I force my other arm to move with a bit of difficulty. I decide to ignore the pain that passes through my body, I am used to the pain and this is just physical, not mental pain.

Nothing can beat the pain that involves the mind.

My fingers rest under my eyelids, massaging them softly and gently. My eyes open slowly afterwards, not wanting to come in contact with the light.

It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the light, but I finally manage to see clearly: and the first person that I see is Hunter, with his eyes set on me.

Hunter is glaring at me, his eyes holding different emotions, anger and sadness being one of them. His eyes make me feel uneasy, like a child that is about to get a whooping.

"What are you looking at?" I ask as I sit up, my body aching with the slight movement.

"I am looking at you," Hunter mumbles.

"Why?" I question as I lean on the headboard.

"Its been two days since the incident occurred, I just have to look at you." Hunter says.

Two days? I want to ask him what incident he is talking about, and I do. But I am interrupted by Hunter before I can even finish my first word.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Hunter asks a question of his own, and I finally notice the eye bugs that are under his eyelids .

My face hold confusion as I try to find an answer, but my mind comes out blank. I do not even know what he is talking about.

"What are you talking about?" I question as I notice the IV that is connected to my arm.

My first instinct is to reap the thing off, but Hunter is in here; he will scold me before I even touch it.

"This!" Hunter yells, my body becomes alert when I hear the anger that is present in his voice. "You keep hurting yourself and everyone around you! You keep doing shit to yourself and it fucking hurts me to see you like this! I feel like you will leave me every single day! I have to be alert every fucking minute, because I am afraid that you will do something to hurt yourself! When will it fucking stop Diego?! When will it stop?" His last sentence become a whisper, a whisper that is followed by a sob.

It pains me to see Hunter like this, his tears are like a knife to my heart. I want to reach out to him. I want to tell him that everything will be alright.

But I cannot do that when I know that I am the problem. I can not wipe his tears when I know that I am the cause of them. I cannot say that everything is alright because I know that it will not.

I know that I will disappoint him in the end.

"Answer me!" Hunter sobs, tears pouring from his eyes. "When will it all stop?"

My head feels hot as I see the expression that is present on his face. I feel my heart pound with anxiousness as I feel the pressure that has been put on me.

I feel like a failure. I feel like I bring sadness to everyone that comes near me.

I feel like the Devil's child that my parents called me. I feel like I destroy anything and everyone that comes my way.

"Don't be quiet!" Hunter yells out. "Don't be fucking quiet! Answer me like the man you are!"

I do not know why but my head feels like it will explode. I feel like my mind is playing tricks on me. I feel a headache as Hunter's voice becomes louder, his words playing in my head like a broken record.

Like the fucking man I am. Like the fucking sad, sick, broken man I am.

Anger is what I feel when the words keep replaying in my head. I feel my heartbeat pick up with each second.

My mouth ends up opening, speaking things I can not even process.

"I don't have anyone to hurt!" My voice echos in the big room, my breathing becoming heavy. My hand moves to touch my chest, hoping to feel better.

"I don't know when it will stop! I don't know when the ache that I feel will go away! I don't know when I will be better! I don't even fucking know if I will be better!" I squeeze the left side of my chest as the words leave my mouth.

Hunter must see my condition because he moves towards me. His voice calling out to me.

"I want it to stop, Hunter! I want the pain to go away. I want to feel normal again. Why won't it stop?!" I question as I lay on the bed, my headache becoming worse.

"Diego, relax, please." Hunter says with worry in his voice. I feel his hand on my upper arm, which makes me breath out in pain.

"Don't you get it?! I can't stop it! It's ruining me. It's becoming worse, Hunter. I can't stop this pain, it's a part of me." I can feel the tears in my eyes, but they do not drop. It is like my eyes are dried up.

I want to release my pain through my tears but I can not do that. I feel the pain, but I do not know how to express it.

My body feels tired and my head feels like it is about to explode. I feel like I might die anytime soon.

I can hear Hunter's voice in the background but I can not seem to hear what he is saying.

I do not dwell on his words because my mind will not let me. Different thoughts are in my head and they feel like they will hurt me, like they always do.

I can hear faint footsteps running towards me, stopping where I am.

I feel a prick on my arm, my mind becoming blank a few moments later. I can feel my eyelids close on their own accord. Hunter's painful voice being heard next to me.

"Sleep, Diego. Rest for a while." I hear the words as my body shuts down.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

I sent a friend of mine a chapter of this story and the words that she said were simple.

'I can recognize your sorrow filled writing anywhere,'

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