Broken

Chapter Seven: Why Is It Always My Fault?

TW: Breakdown, abusive language, low self esteem
Bosco's POV:

My fault. It's always my fault. Why is it always my fault?! It's me that caused all of this. I'm the one who broke everyone. It's all my fault. It's all my fault, it's always my fault. I know it's my fault, of course it is.

I hobble out of Camden's room and into mine. I look at my stuffed giraffe that Jasmine gave me. I'm not thinking straight. Next thing I know, the giraffe is colliding with the wall. I feel like I'm gonna tear my hair right out of my scalp. It's my fault.

I go over to my drawers. I hate that word. It doesn't feel right in my mouth. I start grabbing all my clothes and throwing them in every direction I can think of. One gets strewn over my ceiling fan. Camden and Angie are the only two home right now.

I storm downstairs, and forcefully knock over the table and the chairs. I go into the kitchen. I wanna smash something. I grab a bunch of plates and smash them on the ground. I like the noise it makes. But these are Deja's expensive plates. Deja won't be happy about this.

I run into the living room. Cuddles the bunny and Kendall the koala are sitting on the couch. I pick up Cuddles and throw her at the TV. Then I throw Kendall at the wall. Camden would be heartbroken. I knock over everything in my path. Like a Tasmanian Devil.

"C-Coco? Is everything- What have you done..?" Camden murmurs. She sees her bunny and koala stuffies laying on the floor. She immediately picks them up, holding them in her lap as she starts to cry. I knew she'd be heartbroken. She looks up at me with teary eyes.

"You... You hurt them! Coco, why did you do that?!" Camden weeps. I hear Angie come downstairs. My mind feels fuzzy. All I can see is red. I snatch Cuddles and Kendall away, throwing them as far as I could. Camden starts sobbing and runs to them. She looks heartbroken.

"Stop it, Coco! You're really hurting them and they don't like it!" Camden screeches. She holds her stuffies close to her and wails. I stamp over into the kitchen and continue to smash the plates and cups. Some glass flies at me and cuts my cheek. I don't fucking care.

I suddenly chuck a plate and Camden, it shatters at her feet. Camden looks horrified. Angie's jaw is practically on the floor. I snarl at them before lunging at Camden. She didn't take her goddamned medicine when I told her to and goddamnit it made me so fucking mad!

"B-Bosco, Bosco stop, you're scaring me!" She sobs, holding her arms up to her face to try and shield herself. I snarl and hurl insults at her, getting close to her face and screaming. Angie looks horrified but seems way too scared to even try and move and stop me.

I hear the backdoor open. It's Deja. Why is Deja here? Oh right, this is her house. I turn menacingly towards her. She looks around and gasps loudly. I grab another plate and throw it at the ceiling above her. She immediately dodges the glass.

"Bosco! What the heck happened here?! Are you girls okay?" Deja, ever the mom friend, spoke, running over to us through the broken glass. She's gonna get all cut up. I snap at her and scream at her to not walk through the glass. She jumps back and falls over.

She fell into the glass. Her hands are all cut up now. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't wanna do that. I didn't like it. Deja stands up on wobbly legs. I stare at her hands. They have glass shards sticking out of them. They're all bloody now.

"D-Deja! Deja, a-are you okay?" Camden ran over to Deja's aid. Her feet her all cut up. Angie tip toes over to Deja and Camden. Angie goes to get bandages for the two of them. Camden turns to me. She's absolutely horrified. I don't blame her, if I'm honest.

"B-Bosco... Y-You're scaring us, w-what's going on?" Camden mumbles. Deja stops her from going over to me. She goes over to me and takes a shaky breath. She looks scared. I've never seen Deja look scared. She always looks brave or comforting. Why is she scared?

"Camden, Angie, go upstairs and pack a bag. We're staying somewhere else tonight." Deja spoke, taking out her phone and texting someone. I think it's Orion. We all can always count on Orion as well as Deja. I fall to my knees and look up at Deja, I'm breathing shakily.

"D-Deja, let m-me come with you! I d-don't wanna be alone!" I scream. She shakes her head and tells me they'll be back in the morning. I sob into my hands. This was my fault. I did a bad thing. I had driven her and Camden and Angie away.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, Deja..." I weep. Deja sighs. She says she knows and goes upstairs. I want Jazzy. I need Jazzy to comfort me and hold me. I want someone to give me a hug. I needed a hug, and I wanted a hug right now.

I see Deja, Camden and Angie exit out the front door and I start wailing hysterically. I didn't wanna be alone. I wanna be with someone. I want Jasmine. She would comfort me. I need her. I want Jasmine to hug me and hold me and tell me everything would be okay.

I keel over and slam my fist on the floor, and my hand gets cut up. I don't like this. Everyone was gone and I don't like it. It's my fault. All my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

Why is it always my fault?