ᴬ ᵗⁱⁿʸ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ. ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴶᵒˢᵉᵖʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼˡⁱᵛᵉʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ.

It was one of those gray and dreary days; Where the rain spilled down and thunder rumbled. Most people were at ease in their households, most were relaxed and asleep.
This was also the day Joseph was accepted out of the hospital. His mom was worried for him, insisting on her being around. He had heartlessly avoided the woman. Joseph was alone now; huddled up in the nook of his room.
He had only been gone for three months, but it felt like the room wasn't even his anymore. Joseph exhaustingly sighed, staring down at his bandaged wrists. Hospital bands layered his battered arms like tons of jewelry. He continued to examine them, speculating back to why he even went to the hospital. Joseph adverted his gaze, going back to looking around his room.
Something gave him an unsettling sensation, And he knew what it was... Oliver. Oliver was constantly on his mind. That was the only thing he thought of for the past three months. It was her fault George had died, and Joseph would never disregard that.
More memories bombed back, overwhelming him. The panicky boy didn't notice yet, but his breaths were becoming more rigid, and fast, unhealed hands were clutching onto black locks of hair, and his dull eyes were wide open. Oliver's presence was in this room, and that made him even more uneasy.
Joseph felt violated, betrayed. Oliver was the reason he had gotten so vulnerable. She was heartless, emotionless... At least that's what he thought.
With irregular breaths, Joseph peered down at his unstable hands. He had grabbed the scissors from his desk and without a second thought, he uncomfortably snipped all wristbands. It took him a few minutes to learn how to breathe again. Joseph's bottom lip quivered as he stared at the bands.
Grimacing at them, the disturbed boy got up. He walked over to the grey paint chipping closet and pulled out some more appropriate clothes. The hospital Joseph stayed in had given him an extra pair of scrubs to wear since the patient gowns were revealing.
His severed hand stretched out for the blue hoodie but froze in place. That was the one Oliver begged him to wear. With a sour taste in Joseph's mouth, He had violently thrown it aside. He found something that didn't hold so many memories. A yellow shirt, scratch that. Yellow was her favorite color. After looking for what he thought was years; Joseph found a black Hoodie.
The wounded boy Impatiently slipped on some jeans along with the shirt. He took a moment to observe a changed body. Bandages, stitches, bruises, cuts, and scabs were assorted all over him. He didn't like how his body looked in this time period. Silently, his scabbed hands carefully traced his disturbed face. Scabs, scars, and plasters; That's what he felt.
Joseph was unnerved by his wounds and healing items. They made him feel fragile and insignificant... also selfish. His busted lips curved into a frown, allowing his eyes to narrow slightly. Joseph shook his head and snapped out of his depressing thoughts.
Joseph unlocked the bedroom door and made his way down the hall. His mom was in the living room skimming a book. She lazily looked up, but soon her expression changed when she saw him. "Joey!" His mother practically jumped out of the loveseat. Joseph made an annoyed face, wondering what his mom wanted. He just stared at her blankly, waiting for a sentence. "Are you alright? You shouldn't be moving too much..." Lines carved into the older women's face as she raised her brows. She was worried for him and scared to if he busted his stitching.
Joseph managed to choke out words. "No ma, I feel like I could run a marathon right now." He thought about responding with that but forced himself not to. "I'm fine." He whispered, looking away from her. She just stood there and watched him for a moment, not sure if she should say anything else.
"I'm going on a walk. I'll see you in a little bit." And that's how Joseph wiggled his way out of the house...
Joseph wandered down the streets. No shops were open since it was late into the night. The brick roads that were once alive were bare and silent.
The silence engulfed Joseph. He regretted going outside. He had completely forgotten about the harsh weather and now was soaking wet. He was pretty sure it was horrible for his health and could get him infections, But he couldn't care less... He wanted the infections. Joseph found It oddly calming to imagine his death.
"If only me and George could've swapped..." Joseph felt light and empty right now. His hands were balled into tight fists too. He was so focused on the flooded road, that he didn't even notice the person he ran into.

Joseph paused. "Is that...Oliver?" He thought to himself, swallowing hard. His expression changed to stress, then depression. "... Joseph?" Yeah, that was Oliver. No one else had her silvery sweet voice. It stood out, it was beautiful to him.
"Yeah. It's Joseph." Joseph nodded to her, slightly surprised. She tried to kill him 6 months ago, was she not in jail? "...So you're alive? killed you." Oliver said in a nervous voice.
Everyone didn't know about him being in a coma for three months, then having to stay in the hospital for an additional 3. So everyone thought he was dead, eh?
She smiled at him, leaning in for a hug. Out of impulse, he had backed away. "Don't touch me." He snapped at her, remembering George. "Y-you... You ruined my life." He spat out, gaping at her wide-eyed.
Oliver was confused, a big frown played onto her face when she heard his words. "What do you mean?" Oliver asked him. Her large yellow eyes shined in the dark, making Joseph on alert. He never thought he would run into her, but here he was.
"...You tried to kill me." Joseph couldn't look her in the face. He had his hands tightly packed into a fist, glaring at the ground. Oliver took in his words. "No... No, I can explain." She had tried to step forward and touch his shoulder, but Joseph swatted her hand away.
"I was forced to stay in the hospital for 6 months. Half of the time I was in a coma Oliver." He had managed to tell her through gritted teeth. Oliver's eyebrows narrowed as she looked up at him. "Joey... Let me explain." Oliver whispered, pleading to tell him her side of the story.
He went silent, staring at the ground again. His whole face had changed to something new... Something he never felt towards Oliver... Hatred. "I needed organ transplants!" He shouted, towering her. "And no one imagined I was going to make it..." Joseph shook his head.
"George... He was my match." He sniffed, putting a hand to his head. He had looked down at Oliver, to see guilt all over her face. She was at a loss for words, her mouth left slightly open.
"He's gone... Because of me," Joseph's voice cracked. He was going to let Oliver imagine it since he was holding it in for so long. "How am I supposed to act like everything is all sunshine and rainbows," Joseph hiccuped mid-sentence, feeling his face get puffy.
He had looked away from her, and over to the nearest building. "When I can't even fake a smile? What am I supposed to do now?" That question shattered Oliver's heart. She had been crying herself, feeling horrible for what she caused.
Oliver had walked over to him and wrapped her arms around. She kept her face nuzzled into his chest, sniffing every once in a while. She wanted to explain, but couldn't manage to speak.
The words wouldn't come out of her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. They stood there for a moment getting soaked in the storm. Thunder rumbled every once in a while, causing their hearing to be patchy.
Oliver hadn't looked up at Joseph, she just kept her head in his chest until she felt two strong grips on her shoulders. Oliver perked up, confused about what he was doing.
Joseph was staring at her with a bittersweet expression. "Let's break up." He softly told her, not to want to be in a relationship with her for more than a minute.
Oliver's eyes narrowed, a tiny fake smile pasted onto her face. She stared at the flooded ground, nodding slightly. "Goodbye Joseph." Oliver hugged him one last time, then turned around and left.
Joseph had inspected her leave, her figure getting tinier and tinier in the distance. "Goodbye Oliver." He spoke, tears rolling down his like the water droplets.

Sadly, He was alone again...

(Ok wow. 1490 words.)