Stories In Scars
Overreacting At It's Best.
I walk into Ryan’s and my room, and I see him shaking on the bed.
“I - I - I can’t be-believe I did this. This, this can’t be happening.”
“It is, Ryan.”
“I thought I was done.”
“Relapse is part of recovery.”
I sat there with him in my arms.
“It will all be okay,” I tell him, “It will all be okay.”
He turns around and starts sobbing into my freshly cleaned hoodie. I must really love this boy.
“It’ll be okay baby. You just have to believe that.”
“I just can’t believe I thought that. I know you love me. I know it was just for the show. I don’t know why...”
“It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
And he fell asleep in my arms. Thank goodness we were just hanging around here tomorrow, and driving. We’d get back on the road at two, to head to Edinburgh. We’d have a show in two days. It would take that long to get Ryan back into performing condition.
“I - I - I can’t be-believe I did this. This, this can’t be happening.”
“It is, Ryan.”
“I thought I was done.”
“Relapse is part of recovery.”
I sat there with him in my arms.
“It will all be okay,” I tell him, “It will all be okay.”
He turns around and starts sobbing into my freshly cleaned hoodie. I must really love this boy.
“It’ll be okay baby. You just have to believe that.”
“I just can’t believe I thought that. I know you love me. I know it was just for the show. I don’t know why...”
“It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
And he fell asleep in my arms. Thank goodness we were just hanging around here tomorrow, and driving. We’d get back on the road at two, to head to Edinburgh. We’d have a show in two days. It would take that long to get Ryan back into performing condition.