January 9th by Jason Tru, Jason Tru (read me like a book txt) 📖

more. He wasn't sure to what happened, but remembered that, that was the last thing he thought about before ending up, here, so August kept trying to change his mind, over and over out of fear.

'' Alright, Ms. Kathy, are you guys okay from here? '', Michael asked, after reaching home and setting August safely on the sofa. '' Yeah, we're fine. '', she'd reply warmly. '' Okay, goodnight now. And, be safe. '', '' Thanks again, for helping. '', she softly spoke, while waving her hand, goodbye.

While August slept, she shoved a towel under his head, and tried to dry his hair. August lightly woke up and looked at her. She slid his went pants off and got new, dry pajamas for him, resting it on the carpet. She gently turned August to the side and wiped a moist cotton on his lower bum, while she filled the syringe and flicked the needle. '' Just hold still, alright? '', Kathy asked in a soft, loving tone, as she tried to hold August's hand, for comfort, but instead, she held the area where he had the IV hooked up from earlier, and nearly ripped the bandaid off by accident. She apologized and moved her hand lower, and held him in care. August closed his eyes as hard as he could, as he bit his lip, with the oxygen mask over his face while the needle slowly entered his skin. He kept his eyes closed, and his forehead tense as she then pushed the syringe, and released the insulin. Kathy then rubbed it with the alcohol-absorbed cotton pad once more, having August fling his hips forward, moving from the sting. Kathy then helped him put on his pajamas, and laid him back on the sofa. She tucked his blanket over him and pet his head.

Kathy just made her way to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. She sat in there until morning rose with it.

Chapter 5; DELETERIOUS

As the sun ascended, Kathy poured her cup of tea down the sink. She washed the cup roughly, in attempt to give her hands a pastime, while tossing little sprinkles of water on August, waking him up. Remembering Denis, August hopped up quickly and sped to the kitchen. '' Can I take these off? '', August whined, rubbing his fingers over the bandaids on his arms. '' Carefully '', Kathy growled, turning back and looking at him from washing her one cup. August dug his nails into the bandaids on his arms, wiggling them in, in attempt to claw them off. '' I told you about those nails. They look disgusting. '', '' Oh, mum. '', he laughed as he ran upstairs to his room. As he reached the top of his staircase, he gasped in shock, '' Mum, what happened to my bathroom? Why's it a mess? '', '' Ask yourself. '', Kathy snarled, as she climbed up the tiring stairs, to him, handing him a mop and broom. '' Was it that bad? '', he questioned, rubbing his arm. '' Next time, don't forget your medication! '', she'd yell, as she stormed back down the stairs.

August swept the wet, broken bottles away and mopped behind it. After cleaning the bathroom, he turned on the shower and eased out of his pajamas, rubbing his bum with the insulin shot, still a bit swollen, before closing the door and stepping in.

As he finished his shower, August turned knob off and stepped out. He coughed lightly, then brushed his wet hair back, and applied deodorant to his body. August stretched for a moment, still trying to warm and loosen the area up, where he got the insulin shot. While brushing his teeth, he stared into the mirror with a semi-angry face. He remembered this moment, as of earlier, to where he smiled in it, and ended up in the hospital. He just spat his mouth of minty foam out and reached for his glasses. August ran his wet hand on the new box of insulin, trying to find the edge, to open it. He briskly slid one of the bottles out and held it in the palm of his hands for a few moments, warming it, then started to roll it a bit being careful not to shake it, to avoid clumps. He then took the cap off and set it down. Ripping the packet for the syringe with his teeth, he flicked the needle's cap off, as he slowly pulled the plunger back, letting air in, to the equal amount of the insulin dosage that he needed. He then fixed his glasses and carefully inserted the needle into the bottle, and injected the air. Leaving the needle in the bottle, he turned it upside down, and pulled the plunger to fill the syringe with just a little more than the dose that he needs. He then pulls it out and taps the syringe with his finger, sending all possible air bubbles to the top, as he then pushes the plunger, squirting the excess amount out, along with the air bubbles. August then breathed out softly as he felt around his tummy for a loose area. Insulin's not supposed to be injected into the muscle, for it absorbs into the blood stream too fast. He settles on an area on his tummy, and pinches his soft skin, trying to pull it away from any possible muscles. With his right hand, he places the sharp, cold needle to his skin, and closes his eyes to the sight of injection. He quickly inserts it, as he bites his lip. He breathes slowly and counts to ten, ensuring that all of the insulin is inserted. August then removes the needle and throws it in the little bin to the side of the sink. He rubs the cotton pad over it and presses it there for a few seconds, before brushing it off and getting dressed.

'' Mum, do you know where my bag is? '', he'd ask while running down the stairs. '' It was somewhere in your room, I believe. '', Kathy responded, while she began packing up the mess downstairs that was made the last night. '' Ugh, '', snorted August, as he ran back upstairs, looking for it. He found the bag behind the door, with all the books thrown about. '' Really? '', August sighed, packing the pens and papers back, which was scattered all over the floor. He ran downstairs speedily, nearly tripping again. '' August! '', Kathy'd yell at the sound of his accident. '' It's the stairs's fault! '', he'd joke, laughing at himself, with his mum, apparently not finding his humor. '' There's some food in the kitchen with your pills and other medication. You did take your shot, right? '', '' Yes, mum '', he'd whine. '' Good, now go in the kitchen and get your medication and breakfast. '' August lightly teased her before skipping into the kitchen. He devoured the sandwich in which she made, in such a manner, as if he hadn't eaten in years. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, '' Oh, mum! This is delicious! '', '' Stop talking like that! '', '' Sorry. '' he'd sigh, having his joy killed, once more. His voice is his voice and he always found it confusing and hurtful when she would force him to talk lower and deeper and make him into this built 'thing'. After he ate the sandwich, he shoved most of the pills in his mouth at once and swallowed with his orange juice. He then finished getting ready and came back for the rest, giving the pills time and spaces apart.

'' Mum, I'm leaving. '', '' Did you get your bag? '', '' I did. '', '' Alright, go before you're late '', Kathy gestured at August with the blankets in her hand. August trotted outside to the pavement, as he searched for a spot and stood there in the misty, morning dew. There were really, no cars in sight. He stood there for a while, while everthing slowly started to take movement. The sun slowly started to take light to the roads and the fog and mist, slowly started to fade into the vision of the area. While August stood there, he randomly sat on an old bench near the road, somewhat a bus stop. No busses ever passed or stopped there. The bench was old and made of iron and concrete. The paint on the bench looks like they had a story as old as wars, itself, having chips and cracks everywhere. Half of the bench was in ruins. It was just broken and tarnished, but somehow, interested August.

August started to cough, lightly, due to the coldness of the weather, but, it was as if it echoed. The place was so silent and empty that he heard his cough echo as loud as a monster's roar. '' Gee, that's loud '', he'd mumble to himself in his mind. August saw this time a good one to sketch something. He doesn't really enjoy drawing or anything, but, he doodles when he's bored. It's just a natural thing that happens that he really doesn't have much control of. August pulls out his little sketch pad from his bag and opens it. He gently runs his fingers through his soft hair, fluffing it a bit, to keep his face warm, while he tugs on the little yarn strings of his knitted hat, pulling it lower and lower. After fixing his warmth, he drew his pen and began on his doodles. With random winds keep blowing his hair in his face, he just pulls it to the right and tucks it. As the sun became even more prominent, cars eased their way in, one-by-one, not too long before multiple cars, driven by busy people, trying to get to work, took over. Caleb ended his little sketch while raising his head with squinted eyes, looking at the hustle of cars. He stood up and made his way to the pavement, no too long before flagging a taxicab, and getting a ride to school.

'' One, two, three. Alright, here you go, sir. '', August handed the cab-fare with a smile, having the driver look back in confusion in somewhat a comical manner. Caleb hopped out of the car and scampered to the school's doors in the most delightful of moods. August totally ignored the existence of hate that he had or problems with the school; all he had on his mind was the ending of the day, the moment where he tries to find his friend once more.

August fixed his knitted hat once more, before entering the compound. His smile turned everyone else's into a grimace. Their heads turned with his presence, as he walked passed them. August's dreamy mind gradually eased into non-existence, as he quickly sank back into reality. '' Mm, haha '', he awkwardly giggles in an undertone, while trying to make his way through the hateful crowd that kept building, more and more like smoke from a fire, just suffocating him. '' Excuse me '', he murmurs, sliding his hands through two girls who seemed to be like buildings next to him. ''