I wake up to voices discussing about something next to me. I open my eyes, quickly closing them again when I start feeling nauseous as the bright light enters them and the world seems to spin.

Groaning, I stir under the blanket. Wait. Under the blanket? I open my eyes and sit up abruptly, causing the content of my stomach to hit the floor.

I cough, feeling miserable.

My whole body hurts and someone is frantically talking to me on my left while grabbing my shoulder.

That hurts!

Could you please let me go?

I draw away, falling out of the bed, causing someone to chuckle.

I look around, seeing the jerk from the locker room.

He stands up and walks over to me.

“Are you alright?”, he asks me, still smiling.

“What the fuck do you think is so funny?”, I ask him.

He laughs and grabs me under the armpits, lifting me up on the bed, tucking me in nicely.

I look at him in disbelief. What does he think he’s doing?!

He leans down and kisses me on the forehead.

“Be better soon.”, he says and leaves.

Unbelievable.

I stare after him. Did he really just do that? Who even is he? I wonder if he’s in some of my other classes.

I let sink in what he just did. And explode.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Dickhead!”, I shout.

Of course, I get no response. Mannn, why did he go away before I could hit him? That’s not fair!

I pout, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Too late, darling.”, the nurse rubs my arm soothingly. “I tried to call your father, but no one answered. I’ll try again later. Until then, you have to stay here and if he doesn’t show up until this evening, I’ll let someone take you home.”

I smile at her. “Thank you very much, Miss.”, I say.

“Aw, how could they do something like that to a cutie like you?”, she coos at me.

I roll my eyes behind her back while she fills out some papers.

I am no fucking cutie! I’m neither cute nor sweet or little!

Call me grumpy teenage boy or grandpa if you want, but not fucking cute.

I sigh. I still feel a bit dizzy and my stomach hasn’t fully calmed down either. I don’t know how I 'm supposed to go to school the next few days. I don’t even know how to go to the toilet… I guess I have to ask Lassy for help.

God, that sucks.

“Miss, could you please give me my mobile phone?”, I ask the nurse.

She turns around and smiles at me. “Of course, sweetie.”, she says.

I gag silently.

Sweetie? Seriously?

She gives me my phone and I dial Lassys number to explain the situation and luckily, she allows me to stay with her.

I’m staying with a girl. In the same room. Shouldn’t I be happy about that?

Now that I think about it, I only ever liked guys. Guess the bully is right. I’m… gay?

Why the hell did I never think about something like that?

I hope Lassy doesn’t mind.

Of course not because I care for her, but because I need her help.

She’s just like every other teenage girl. Annoying. Spoiled. A pain in the ass.

I’m tired, I want to go home.

She sent her father to fetch me, he should arrive soon.

 The last guy she brought home got a free training session. I really hope I won’t end up like him.

I lay back down again, slowly drifting off to sleep.

***

Something wet licks my face, waking me up in a unknown room.

Where the fuck am I?

Last thing I remember is falling asleep in the nurses office.

I look at the dog currently eyeing and treating me like candy.

Does it want to lick me raw? I shoo it away before sitting up. Looking around the room, I can see a wooden wardrobe and desk with an orange desk chair.

The curtains, bedding and carpet are a warm orange and yellow and there are family pictures all over the room.

I think of my own empty room. Bland, no pictures or carpet or even curtains, everything black, white and shades of gray.

When mum left, father threw away everything that reminded him of her, pictures, plants, cups, everything, along with the contents of my room.

I cried so hard back then, he took away everything from me and I still hate him for what he did. I wish I could have a family like Lassy.

I look at the colorful furniture, the pictures of a happy family and can’t help but hate all of it.

Hate that she has what I always wanted.

Hate that she doesn’t know how precious what she has is, that she always complains about all those little things without acknowledging what she's got.

Life’s so unfair!

I want to scream, but I’m tired. So damn tired.

I just wish she would die. That I could take her place. That her parents would go away so she knows what it’s like to be truly alone.

But what I really want is my mum.

I would do everything to be able to see her one more time. To hug her, to talk to her, I just want everything to be alright. I want to stop hurting.

Why did she go away?

Why didn’t she take me with her?

Was I not enough for her?

And maybe, does she still remember me? Does she still miss me, just like I miss her?

I wonder if she thinks of me sometimes.

If there are times she wants to go back, just to be with me again.

Will she ever come back and tell me that she loves me, that everything will be alright?