He just lays there. He is awake, looking at me with sad eyes. I just keep staring at him, not knowing what to say. His leg is in a cast, looking much better than when I found him. He is wearing a light blue shirt with white dots on it, probably from the hospital. It surprises me that he is all alone in the room and not surrounded by a crying family.

''Are you just going to stare at me?'' He says weakly with a chuckle, making me smile before approaching him. He moves to the side sligthly, giving me some room to sit down on the edge of the bed. As I discover a tear in his eye, I immediately wrap my arms around him carefully. I don't want to hurt him. It's like he is made out of porcelain and I don't want to break him. When my body comes in contact with his, everything inside me just breaks down and I immediately realise that I'm crying when Travis hugs me tighter.

''I'm so sorry,'' I mumble between my sobs.

''For what?'' He asks.

''For not being there when you needed it the most,'' I whisper, feeling ashamed. It's quiet for a while before he answers.

''Please don't say that. You did nothing wrong,'' he says with a sad voice while I keep quiet, knowing that he will never admit that I hurt him.

''Will you tell me what happened?'' I ask him after pulling away, sitting on the edge of the bed again while grabbing his hand softly. It feels really dry but still so warm.

"It's so complicated, and stupid."

The sentences makes me furrow my eyebrows as I wait for him to open up to me.

"Like, I know that you are confused. You are wondering why my family isn't here," he continues, making me think that he can read my thoughts.

"The truth is: They don't care. They simply don't."

"Travis, I'm sure that-"

"No. They don't."

I can't even say anything. I just stare at the broken boy in the hospital bed with my mouth sligthly open. I'm sure that his parents care, I just think that he thinks otherwise but I'm not sure.

''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,'' he says after a while, making me furrow my eyebrows as I realise how emotionally unstable the boy is from everything that has been going on.

''Hey, just take it easy now.''

He shuffles a bit to the left on the bed with a grimace on his face so that I can lay down next to him. As soon as I get comfortable next to my best friend, he turns around so he's facing me.

''It was like... the only thing I had the guts to do,'' he whispers with a shaky voice.

''What do you mean?'' I ask stupidly.

''I couldn't kill myself... I just couldn't,'' he admits as it feels like a dagger is stuck in my heart, making me unable to speak. My eyes feel wet as I realise that he was actually thinking about it... considering it. ''Trust me, I tried.''

His voice sounds like he is about to break down. Not only break down, but to cry his eyes out until he has nothing inside of him. There are so many dark thoughts stuck in him and I just want to throw them all out. I grab his shaking hand, holding it between mine as I signal for him to continue.

''I fucking hated the life I was living. You and Billie left and I didn't have anything,'' he says quietly.

''Can you explain?'' I ask, jsut wanting to understand his pain. I want it to disappear. More than anything.

''It's just this pain that I explained when we were at the lake. It got worse when I didn't hang out with you guys. I hate to put the resposibility on you, but you kept me... sane,'' he explains while playing with his fingers as I discover more bruises on them. I suck in my lips as I think about how it's my fault.

''I'm sorry,'' I whisper. It feels like those are the only words that can leave my mouth right now. There's nothing for me to say.

''It's not your fault. It's my fault for not taking my medicine and skipping my therapy sessions because I thought it was getting better,'' he explains. ''I fucking hate how-''

Travis gets interrupted by the door opening, making us both turning around to discover three people. One man, a woman and a little girl. It doesn't take long for me to add it up. This is Travis's family. The man is tall and big and looks as if he could kill anyone by just touching them. His hands are big and a silver wedding ring is placed on his ring finger. A dark blue suit is hugging his big body and it fits so well that it looks like it's custom made to suit him. My gaze moves over to the woman who is most likely the huge man's wife. She has incredibly long black hair that's almost reaching her thigs. Overall, she looks much younger than her husband and she could almost be Travis's sister or something. The little girl looks shy as she observes me with her dark eyes. She is wearing a pink princess dress and she is holding a teddybear in her hands with a strong grip.

''Oh my god, my son.''