Broken

Chapter Eight: I'm Alone Again

TW: Breakdown, blood
Bosco's POV:

No, no, not again, I can't be alone again. This was my fault, and I knew that. I wanted Jazzy. I needed Jazzy. She wasn't here. Maybe I can wait for Daya and Willow. I just need someone to come and hold me and comfort me.

I wobble up and go over to the table, I start kicking it, it breaks, getting splinters all up my leg. I don't care. I need to smash some more plates. I grab every expensive looking plate and smash them onto the ground. Deja is gonna be so upset with me.

"Coco? We're- What in the world..." Daya murmured as she walked in the door. I see Willow standing behind her. I run over to Daya, holding my arms out. My hands are all shaky and bloody from the glass. Daya recoils and gags. She hates bloody things, a lot.

"W-What happened..?" Daya sputters out. I tell her everything and she looks absolutely appalled. She seems lightheaded. She's gonna faint, I know it. Willow catches her before she can hit the ground. I didn't want this to happen. I just want somebody to hold me. I needed it.

"Daya, Daya, stand up for me. It's okay. I'm taking you to Kornbread's house. Bosco, I don't think it's in either of our best interests to stay here right now," Willow rambles. No, no, not again, I'm gonna be left again, I don't wanna be left all alone, not again.

"No! Guys, please, d-don't leave me! I-I didn't mean it! I-I'm sorry! Don't go!" I weep. Daya shakes her head and goes to pack a bag, Willow following her. No, not again, no, I'm gonna be left alone again. I don't wanna be left all alone again.

I see them exit out the front door. No, not again. I'm alone again. I don't like being alone, the silence is deafening. If there's no noise, I'll have to make noise. I stamp into the kitchen and grab some plates and head upstairs into Deja's room and I sob.

I start throwing plates in every direction. Some glass gets embedded in my cheeks, but I don't care. I grab the blankets off her bed and throw them around. I punch the wall so hard I feel my hand start hurting, it hurts really really badly. I don't fucking care.

I storm into Daya's room, grabbing some of her safety pins and piercing the wallpaper with them. I grab her blankets and shove them into the garbage can. She can get them out when she comes back. I don't care anymore. I throw her clothes around the room as well.

Next is Camden's room. I can't stand how pink it is. Camden loves the color pink. I hate it. It's too happy. I grab her stuffed animals and throw them on the ground. I take one and throw it down the stairs. I don't care how much this could hurt Camden.

Next was Willow's room. I knock over all of her electronics that she didn't take. I throw the blankets over the smashed electronics. I flip her mattress over. I always hated that mattress anyways. I kick the door of her closet in and scream, my other leg gaining splinters.

Now I have to trash Angie's room. I knock the garbage can over. And throw crumpled paper all over the room. Angie hates when her room get like this. I don't care. That's what she gets for leaving me all alone, just like the others.

Last is my room. I kick over my laptop and smash it. I grab my clothes and rip them up. I grab my stuffed giraffe and set it on my bed. Next, I punch my TV screen, now my knuckles hurt. I don't fucking care. This isn't my fucking fault.

I grab all Deja's makeup and smash each bottle on the walls, and I try clawing at the carpet. I go over to the window and yank the curtain and the curtain rod down. I kick the window and it shatters on contact. I don't care. It's raining heavily outside.

I go downstairs and smash the cups, the most expensive looking ones. I stamp through them just to break them even more. My feet are all cut up now. It's not my goddamn fault. I grab a spoon and throw it at the cabinets. I grab more spoons to throw.

I go upstairs and go into my room. I'm exhausted. I go onto my bed and fall asleep. But what happened when I woke up absolutely broke me.

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I slept through the night. It was morning now. I heard the door open, followed by a symphony of really loud screams.

"What on earth?" I hear Deja mutter. I hear Camden run upstairs and I retreat into my room. Camden screams upon seeing the damage I did and she starts sobbing uncontrollably. The others check their rooms. I don't think they'll be very happy with me. I would be upset too.

"Bosco, what the hell did you do?! You know what, I'm done. Get the fuck out." Deja snarled. Get out? I don't wanna get out. I live here. I don't wanna leave. I look up at Deja, who is extremely upset. I start to tremble, angry Deja really scared me.

"D-Deja, I'm sorry! Don't make me l-leave, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" I weep, clinging onto her. She pushes me away and tells me she meant what she said, telling me to get out again, saying I could come back once they fixed the damage I caused.

"I'm tired of repeating myself. Get. Out." She snarls. I beg her for another chance. She calmly states that I need to leave for a little bit. She says I can come back after they fix all that I've done. Angie, who overhead, shoved a bundle of my stuff in my arms. I wobble up before hearing a familiar British accent.

"Bosco! Don't go!"