Scream; Different Story, Same Ending.

Part Thirteen

Ace's Point Of View
        I woke up in a dazed state. I thought for sure I'd be reunited with my mom and clair, But no, Instead I was back at this shitty place. "Fuck." I say in a soft sob, I look over seeing Tony, no one else was in the room. He gives a small gasp and stands up giving me a hug, a soft one, "Im glad your okay," He whispers, a few tears fell down my face, "If your not fuckin over doseing, youre almost getting killed by someone!" He says loudly, I sigh, I hear someone at the doorway but I'm still too tired to look over.
    "I want some nicotine." I mutter, "No. No more of that shit, I know you've only been smoking for about a month or two now, but no, no, no. No more of that shit Lynn," Tony says, I sigh. "Fine" I mutter, whoever was at the door fully came. It was my dad, he pushed Tony lightly and Tony nodded leaving the room. I turn my head. Just earlier he found out how my mom had died, and now he found out about my attempt.
"I don't even care about the smoking, but do quit please." He says. He is then quiet for a minute. He then bends over giving me a hug, a tight loving hug. I hugged back burying my face in the cove of his neck.
We stay in the hug for a minute before he pulls back. "Do you need to go back on your meds Buddy?" He asks, sitting in the bed. I quickly shake my head. "Why?" He asks softly. "I already know you heard about my attempt. That's why I don't and stopped taking them." I mutter. He sighs. "We can work with the doctors Ace." He says. I shake my head quickly once again. "No." I mutter lightly. "I never felt like myself. I felt like a different person. I dont want some pill to control my fuckin life" I say with an annoyed sigh.
He lets out a soft sigh. "Alright. I understand. Just please, please don't do anything like that or just let yourself go like you had just done" he says. I nod, he gives a light smile. "I know you miss your mom and Clair. But me. Sam, Tara, Tony, everyone would miss you." He says. "What the hell is their to miss about me?" I ask. "Your personality. Your style. Your stories. Everything about you. Even if you fully didn't see one in a bad mood, you always were being silly making our days better." He says. I look down.
I hit him with a question I didn't want to ask but i Needed to know. Needed to know why he left. "Why did you leave?" I ask lightly. He seemed shocked by this question, like he didn't expect me to ask but at the same time he expected it. He lets out a sigh as he reaches over to my chin to lift my head up to look at him.
"I heard an old pal of mine was alive, managed to fake his death like I managed to. So I went looking." He says. I'm quiet for a moment. "Stu?" I ask. He gives a hum. "Figured...kinda knew to be honest." I mutter. He lets out a hum but nothing more.