Break Free: H2O Vanoss

Chapter 25: Break Free

Evan's POV:

I rested my head on the soft pillows of Craig's bed. He let me use his bed for the rest of the night, obviously sensing how shitty I felt.

Even though I was as comfortable as could be and my eyes drooped, I couldn't find myself falling asleep fully. My brain, no matter how tired it was, was still on overdrive.

I'd lost him forever (that was pretty obvious), and I felt as if there was nothing I could do to change it.

I looked up from Ohm's grave just in time to see Jonathan climb into a cab. It confused me as to why he wasn't going to leave with the rest of us. Then, it hit me once he made eye contact with me.

His broken, baby blues stared at me, and all I could do was stand and watch as the love of my life drove away from me. I knew I'd fucked up, royally at that.

Tears of sorrow and realization dripped down my already wet face. Even though it was raining, I was quick to wipe them away, hiding any trance of emotion I had right now. Instead of wallowing in self-pity (I had plenty of time later to do that), I looked back down at the two graves, waiting for everyone to to finish up their business here.

Sighing at the memory, I curled up into a ball, contemplating my life. I was stuck at a fork in my life's path; try and let my heart move on from this, or try and chase after what I once had.

I didn't know what to choose, my brain was battling itself. So there I laid, desperately trying to sleep, only to toss and turn as my brain sped in full throttle.

***

"Hey Evan, wake up," a gentle voice shook me out of my unexpected sleep. I cracked open a crusty eye, the light from the window shining bright. I stuffed my head into the comfy pillow, still half-asleep.

"Come on Evan," the voice persisted. "It's one o'clock in the afternoon."

I shot upwards, surprised at how late it was. Did I really sleep for that long? It only felt like a thirty second time gap from now and last night.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the horrible human being that woke me. It was Craig, and right by his side was Tyler. Both of them looked concerned, which put me on edge.

Did something happen to Jonathan? Are we in very deep shit with the police?

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked, confusing me. "'Cause you look like shit."

I scrambled off the bed and into the master bedroom's bathroom, making a beeline to the mirror. They followed behind me, hovering at the doorway as I examined myself.

I had bags under my eyes, despite just waking up, and they were puffy and red. I didn't even realize I cried myself to sleep last night. Then again, I don't remember falling asleep at all.

"Ye-Yeah," I stuttered, "I'm fine." It was obviously a lie, and both Tyler and Craig were smart enough to realize that, but the let it slide. They were hesitant to leave me alone, but with pitiful smiles, they abandoned the doorway.

I sat on the toilet, my head in my hands. I couldn't help but analyze last night over again. I dragged my hands down my face, huffing in irritation.

The burden of life seemed to finally crash down on me. I just realized how much of a shit life I'dy been given, and I couldn't help but cry.

I cried out of sadness, anger, frustration and irritation. I sobbed loudly, not caring if the two men upstairs heard me.

I broke down in hysterics. My breathing was chaotic and short. I could barely breathe, and I couldn't seem to get everything under control. I was freaking out and no one was there to help me.