Chapter 8~

(Charliee's POV)

 

Blood.. It was everywhere. All i could see was everything stained in red. My arms dripped with warm blood, creating a sea of blood around my ankles. My body felt so tingly and i felt myself drifting away. It felt.. right. I closed my eyes and laid down on the blood. The warmness of the blood encircled me and i just lay there, absorbing the numbness. My breaths became numbered and  i knew this was it. I was leaving.. and i was happy. There was no light, no angel, there was nothing but a black passageway, inviting me to walk on it. I crawled my way onto that path and kept crawling, until i was all but completely gone.

 

I kept hearing something dripping in the background. It sounded so far away. I felt my find slowly clearing and soon my eyes began to open. Once opened, it took my eyes a long time to adjust.  I looked around.. I froze.

 

Hospital.

 

I was in the Hospital. What the hell happened?! As if to answer my question, a sharp pain hit my head and all the memories started rushing through me. The blood, the pills, my mom yelling. I groaned, feeling dizzy and fell back into my hospital bed.

 

I heard voices down the hallway. They were very low, so i tried extra heard to listen.

"Yes.. yes i knew she was cutting, i just uh- i just...." I listened to my mom struggling to explain to the doctor what she had known. My heart clenched.

 

She never cared that i cut. She knew and never helped me. Hell, when she had found out she laughed straight in my face "You're being a stupid little teenager Charles" she had said as i fearfully showed her my scarred wrist.

 

"You knew? YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDNT DO SH*T?!" i heard Blake's angry yelling and then i heard something break. My heart sank, Blake knew, I never wanted him to find out this way.

 

Suddenly the door to my room opened and in walked a young doctor. He jumped when he saw me staring at him.

 

"You have a very piercing stare,Are you awake?" He checked something on his clipboard as he spoke. He had jet black hair that was combed to the side. His eyes were a dull brown.

 

"No. I'm not awake. I happened to arrive as a freaking zombie. Of course i'm awake Sherlock" I said sarcastically.

 

He cleared his throat and started at me, looking slightly annoyed. "I should have re phrased my question. I see you have a little sarcastic attitude on you. I'll go get your mother."  He closed the door as he exited my room.

 

I prepared myself for my mom. The drama will begin in 3..2..1..

 

"CHARLIE ANNE! MY GOD CHARLIEE YOU'RE ALIVE!" she burst into my room and  rushed to my bedside and hugged me tightly. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

 

"Mom, get off." I said in a blunt voice

 

"I can see you woke up in a lovely mood." She said in a bitter voice as she let go of me.

I just stared at her. This woman, called herself a mother? All my life, i tried to please her and not hurt her. Tried everything to live up to her expectations. And now, when im on my deathbed, she decides to show concern. Love.

 

She starts looking through her phone, pulling out ehr phone and texting someone. "The doctor said you should be out by tomorrow. They're just going to run some tests to make sure you're alright. Once you're out, we have to discuss your options." She looked up from her phone "And your father shall be seeing you today."

 

I just kept staring at her. She had such beautiful eyes.. why does this woman have to be so bitter?

 

"Alrightt.." I yawned "Wheres Blake?"

 

"He stormed off.. uh after .. he just stormed off. I sure he'll be back. I'll tell him you're awake."

 

"Oh.. okay."

 

An awkward silence filled the room. Her phone started ringing, she looked down to see who it was and her face broke into a smile.

 

"I have to take this, i'll be back later tonight okay?" She kisses my cheek "Love you!" She picks up the phone as she exits the room, giggling madly and blushing.

 

Well, there she goes. Leaving me alone once again.

 

I turned over to face the wall and stared at it.

 

So, i'm alive and broken as ever. Not even death can change my mom..

 

And how is it that at this very moment, Cyrus happens to slip through my mind?

 

I sighed as i thought of his perfect image. He was so darn cute.. My stomach broke into butterflies as i thought about the way he spoke to me before i ran off like a lunatic. I wonder if he's worried about me? I wonder if he knows...  This is all happening so fast. How can i suddenly feel this way about a guy i barely know. Why do i feel like i need him so much right now..

 

"Cyrus.. where are you?" I whispered into the silence of my room as i fell asleep once again.

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(Cyrus' POV)

I didnt see Charliee today at school. I was disappointed. She was the reason school was a little mpre bearable. It had been a Friday when i had said those words to her... Could it be shes avoiding me now?

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I looked to the side to see a group of girls giggling madly as they looked at me. I rolled my eyes and did my famous hair flip for them, and then gave them a flirty smile. They all blushed wildly and giggled at me.

 

I walked away shaking my head. Teenage girls and their hormones. I chuckled.

 

I suddenly. stopped. A bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.. Charliee.

 

"Charliee Anne, where are you?" I whispered in to the wind.

 

And just as i said that, i received a text from Blake.

 

"Cyrus..... Charles is in the hospital. You're not going to like what you hear." the text read.

 

My phone fell out of my hand i started ahead of me, my heart feeling like its been broken into pieces.