Elliot woke up, realizing he couldn't breathe so he took out his inhaler from his pocket. He has severe asthma so he keeps his inhaler on him at all times. He is still trembling from the attack and he is trying his best not to close his eyes, because all he'll see is his parents. Alec was finally awake and didn't seem very happy about Elliot being there. Alec realized that Elliot is most likely there to help Alec, that made him so confused, sad and annoyed. "I bully you, I make you feel worthless, I hurt you yet you are still so goddamn nice to me, why be so dumb?" Alec asked Elliot.
"I'm not stupid Alec, I know you are hurting, plus, you are trying your best…" He trails off for a moment. "...and that means a lot on its own!" Elliot smiles widely but his eyes give him away. Elliot shakes like crazy, Alec recognizes something from Elliot like he knows what is happening, that kills him, he doesn't know how to comfort someone and out of anyone it's Elliot, the happy, cheerful one, he's seriously freaking out, panicking. It's like Alec's world was shattered into nothing.
He put a blanket over Elliot. Elliot smiles at the generous act after calming down. Elliot's smile quickly disappeared when he realized that he practically skipped school, he got up, picked up his things and leave. Once he got home he was automatically greeted with yelling. "Where the fuck were you!?" Elliot's father yelled while grabbing him at the shirt and slapping him on his face.
His glasses fell off again from the slap and shattered across the floor. Elliot's mother pushed his dad away, "I'm so disappointed in you brat!" she yelled. "Your teacher called so happy and cheerful I thought she was going to tell me something good, you wanna know what she said? she told me that you got an A-, AN A-!" Elliot's mom screamed.
'This is fucking ridiculous' Elliot thought but he knew he couldn't say anything about it because fighting with her was out of the question.
"Go to your fucking room I don't want to see you at all!" Elliot's mom demanded. He went to his room without question. He hates the feeling of crying but he couldn't stop crying. It was like he had no control over it, his thoughts flooded in
'Be better, why can't you get it right?, keep trying, work harder, you aren't pushing yourself, why can't you be good at this, fucking loser, I'm disappointed, you can't even do the easiest thing right, be the best, make me proud, I can't even call you my son anymore, you haven't done anything right to deserve that title, when I was your age I was winning medals! why can't you be like me?' all things his mom and dad have told him since he was a little preschooler.
He engraved it in his brain, this has destroyed his mental state and he never wants anyone to feel like how he feels like so he'll be the emotional support he goes around and makes everyone a winner so that no one is a loser as long as they are trying he will be there to celebrate their actions, so no one feels his pain.
He is just so lucky he didn't miss curfew or his dad- he doesn't want to think about it, he eventually cried himself to sleep. Waking up feeling absolutely terrible he grabbed his things and went to school after changing into new clothes. He sighs, "Another day,"