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Warning: attempt of suicide, mention of drugs and alcohol abuse, and depression.
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Jeremy POV:
I was on my way to Justin's house to check on him. My mom ask me to, so that's why I am. Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother. I haven't seen my brother in 8 years. I wonder if he even alive. He did at first call me every night, but after a year and a month of doing it. He quit calling. I never answer his calls or call him back. I refuse to talk to him. After, the way he treated me and my wife. How he treated everyone. We all gave up on trying to help him. He needed help, but you can't help someone who doesn't want to help themselves.
I stop my car in front of his house. I sighed. Here we go. I got out of the car and walk to his door. I knocked on it. No answer. Nothing new. He always overdramatizes things. I grab the knob and just walk in. Really, Justin? Do you not know how to lock a door, anymore? I walk into the living room area and saw that it was clean. I was expecting a messy house, but instead I see a clean house with a little bit of trash around. I didn't see any beer or wine bottles around nor needles. Okay, so he does know how to clean up his house. That's good, I guess. That or his girlfriend clean it up for him. I walk into the living room and saw pictures on the wall of everyone back then. Now, everyone looks so different now. Looking at all the old photos, started making me feel uncomfortable. Why does he still have them up? He doesn't care about anyone. So, why have old stuff still here? "Justin?" I said as I walk into the kitchen. No one was there either. I look around the kitchen and saw that there was blood on the counter. Seriously, dude. Clean up your mess. I walk out the kitchen and down the hallway. "Justin?" I said as I checked the bathroom. I check every room and still saw no one.
I stop at the last room. I heard crying. Great. He's crying. Oh woe is me. No one loves me. Bla, bla, bla. Jeez. He is such a baby. I open the door and I gasp at what I saw. Justin look at me with a gun pointed to his head. "Jeremy?" He said as he blink a few times real fast. "Justin, What the h*** are you doing?" I said as I walk in to the room. He put the gun down. "It doesn't matter. Are you really here?" He said as he got up. "Yes it does. Why do you have a gun?" I said. He look at me. He sighed and said. "Does it matter?" "Yes. It does." I said as I kick the gun out of his reach. He sigh and ran his hand through his hair. He lean against the wall. "Does it really? I mean, who cares if I die? I live here alone. My family doesn't want nothing to do with me. My friends gave up on me. I know. You're not real, but I guess it's a good thing that I'm seeing people who's not here. I don't blame people for leaving me. I was dickhead back then and I still am. I'm sorry. I'm grateful that you save me. I really am." He said as he walk out the room. I was confused as heck. He really thinks I'm not real? What the heck happen in the past 8 years? Wait. He probably being dramatic. I follow him to the kitchen. "Justin. I'm real." I said as stood in the door way. "Oh. You are?" He said as he put his water down on the table. He walk over to me and touch my face. His eyes widen and fill up with tears. "You are real. Oh my God. How are you doing? Is mom and dad okay? Are your kids alright? How's your wife?" He rambled. "Justin. Everything alright. Dad has cancer, but he's doing alright." I said. Justin looked at me. He took a deep breathe and said. "Dad has cancer. Wow. And no one thought to call me and tell me. Wow. I see how it is." I sighed and said. "We thought you wouldn't care." "Well, I do care. So, thanks for being a**holes about it." He said. He brush pass me as he walk into the living room. I sighed as I followed him in there. Here comes the drama. "Sorry for the mess. I wasn't expecting anyone over here. So, What brings you here, anyways?" He said as he started cleaning up some. "I came to check on ya. See how you are doing." I said as I sit down on the couch. He came back in the living room. He look at me confused for a moment. Then, he chuckled and said. "Yeah. Right. What's wrong, Jeremy?" "Besides for dad, nothing really. I was okay, until I find you with a gun to your head." I said. "Oh. That. That was nothing. Want anything to drink?" He said as he went back into the kitchen. "Just water. Justin, we need to talk about this." I said. "How is the others?" He said avoiding my statement all together. He came back with a water bottle. I sigh and push it off. "Their doing alright. Matt and CB's recording studio is really picking up. Ryan dose Piano and violin lessons now." I said as he handed me the bottle. He sat down next to me on the couch. He nodded and said. "That's good." "How have you been?" I asked him. He look shock that I ask about him. Why? "I been doing pretty good. I been sober now. I know I'm late, but I'm 7 years clean and I plan on keeping it that way." He said. "That's good. Then, why were you trying to kill yourself?" I said. He shrugged and said. "Being over dramatic. I guess. You know how I get at times." I nodded. I'll shrug it off for now.
It was quiet for a moment. Then, it dong on me. He said he was sober. How come he didn't tell us? "You're sober now. How come you didn't tell anyone?" I said as I look at him. He shrugged again and said. "I did. Well, I try telling you, but you never answer your phone. So, I freighter you were too busy too care. I already know, everyone else wouldn't care. So, I didn't bother them. And with mom and dad, I just couldn't bring myself to even call them after what I did." I just nodded my head. I feel bad, but it was his fault. He wouldn't get help.
It was quiet for a moment, until Justin said. "So, how are you, Jeremy?" "I'm good. I been working on some drums that I made. I'm thinking about making drums and sell them." I said. He nodded as he close his eyes and said. "That would be so cool. You should do that." I look at him for a minute. He lost a lot of weight. He has a beard as well. He was cover in scars. He just looks like a different person. "So, What you been up to? Work on any good songs lately?" I said. He chuckled and said. "I don't make music anymore." I was shock. He doesn't make music anymore? What the heck happen to him? "How come you don't make music?" I said in shock. He shrugged and said. "I didn't want to bother anyone. So, I decided to just do it as a hobby now. I have a YouTube channel. It's call Just A positive Guy." I smile as he did. I know something is off. He sigh as he lay his head back. I notice something else. There's no girls here. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. He snorted and said. "No. What girl would want me?" I look at him funny. Huh? "I thought you were Justin F***ing Furstenfeld. Why won't a girl like you?" I said. He look at me and said. "Seriously? Wow. It has been too long. Okay, let try this. I'm Justin Furstenfeld. A low life loser, who wasted his life on trying to be someone, but I end up falling flat on his face. I'm a wash up, ex-Drug attic, who drank their life away. Add, dead beat dad to that list as well. I'm nothing, but an overdramatic, narcissistic, a**hole, who wished he could work, but I'm too mentally unbalances to work. So, I'm on disability, which is stupid as sh**. So, yeah. Welcome to my world." I look at him weird. What am I missing? Oh wait, he just trying to get me to feel sorry for him. Well, I refuse to fall for it. "Oh, sorry. You didn't ask for that. I decide to not go out with women or men until I'm perfect. I'm not perfect yet. Therefore, I'm still single." He said. Oh my God. Why did I agree with my mom to check on this a**hole? He nothing, but drama. All he ever does is play victim and now he's trying to guilt trip me. It time to go. He got up and went to the kitchen. I got up and followed him. I stood in the doorway and looked at him. He look like he was stress. He grab something off the table and threw it in the trash. I look at it and saw it was overdue notice. Really, Justin? Can't you pay your bills on time? Your so annoying. "I'm about to cook something. Want some?" He said as he look in the fridge. "Sure. I could stay for dinner." I said as I sat at the table. What am I doing? I'm falling into his trap. But why can't I just leave? "Wouldn't your wife wonder where you at? You better call her." Justin said as he start preparing the food. I shrugged and said. "She at her mother's house helping out over there. The kids are at mom's house. So, I'm alone for a week or two." Justin look at me funny for a moment. Then, he said. "Why ain't you with her? Did something happen?" "No. I just have some stuff I have take care of. Like stuff from the band that was leftover from when you left." I said. Justin look down and said. "Oh. Sorry." He turned back around and start fixing it.
After a few minutes, dinner was done. "Here's your food." Justin said as he set a plate full of bake chicken and white rice with peas and carrots. He sat down in front of me with the same thing. "Bon appétit." Justin said as he start eating. I look at it for a moment. Is it safe to eat? "It's edible. If that what you're wondering. It might tase like sh**, but hey I'm learning." He said as he took a bite out of his chicken. I took a piece of chicken and put it in my mouth. It was good. I start eating it. "This is good. How you know how to cook it?" I said as I wipe my mouth. "Pinterest. They have some good recipes on there. How else would I cook this. I can't cook." He said. We finished the food in silence.
"So. You're going home now?" Justin said after awhile. I look at him for a moment. He look sad, but I can care less if he is. He is not my problem anymore. My life has been so much better with him out of the picture. "Yeah. See, ya around." I said as I walk outside. I sigh as I walk to my car. Something was telling me to go back into the house, but I didn't. I got in my car. I try to start it and it wouldn't turn on. "What the heck?" I said as I try to turn it on. "Stupid piece of sh**." I said as I got out and kick the car. I sigh as I walk back to the house. I knocked on the door. Justin opens the door and said. "Yes?" "My car won't start." I said. "Oh. Well, we can go check it out right now. Let me go get my flashlight." He said as he let me in. I sighed and said. "I'm too tired to deal with it. Can I stay here?" Justin look at me awkward. He nodded and said. "Um. Sure. There a guest room right before you hit my room and you know where the bathroom is, right?" I nodded. I walk down the hallway to the room.
I got to the room. I open the door and shut it right behind me. I sighed as I took off my shoes. I had a very long day. I sat down and looked around the room. It was white with black curtains. There were pictures of us as kids on the walls. Man, he must really miss me. That or he just couldn't bring himself to take them down. I saw some of Ryan and Matt, but most of them are of me. "I can take them off the walls if it helps you sleep better." I jumped as Justin walk in. I look at him for a moment. He was carrying some clothes and a towel. "Oh no. They're good. I just didn't know you would still keep pictures up." I said. Justin sigh as he sat down next to me with the clothes. "Y'all may of forgotten me, but I never forgotten y'all." He said. It was quiet for a moment. "Oh. Here's some of my old clothes that I don't wear anymore. You can wear for pajamas. I know they might eat you, but their all I have right now." He said as he hand them to me. He got up and said. "If you need anything, you know where my room is." He walk to the door. "Thanks, man." I said. He looked back at me and said. "Sure. You were always helping me. It's the lease I could. Goodnight, Jeremy." "Goodnight, bro. Love ya." I said as he left. I change clothes and lay down in the bed. I stair at the ceiling. It going to be a long night. I close my eyes and sigh. I should probably call my mom, but I'm too tired to do anything. I sigh again and started to fall asleep.