YO YO HARD CORE TRIGGER WARNING! IF YOU SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM, SUICIDE AND ALL THAT PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ!!!!!!
Third Person POV:
The pair looked at the boxes with different eyes, one pair hesitant and nervous. The other curious but cautious. Shakily the tanned blonde with too many things running in her head, reach over and gripped the edge of the box labeled, 'M.F.U'.
The meaning of the acronym is both amusing and deeply painful at the same time. 'My Fuck Ups', is what it stands for, the girl- no woman doesn't say a word as she takes out a stack of papers paper clipped together and silently hands it over to the tall man who looks at her with analyzing eyes. Nodding towards him to look through it he complies and starts his reading of the first paper.
'Discharged Patient: Josephine Langford' is what he reads. His brows immediately shoot up expecting it to say something about her birth, because why else would she have hospital papers?
But that wasn't the case, 'alcohol poisoning' is a line that comes up often throughout this page. And the next, and the next after that. Multiple accounts of being rushed to the ER due to constant mistakes of consuming too much alcohol. This seems like a stack of papers you would see at a frat house. Next few papers are dedicated to DUI's 'driving under the influence'. Seems as if she has had a few nights spent in the police station.
Fuck up after fuck up, mistake after mistake is all here stacked in a neat pile all prim and proper. Almost like if the papers look nice then it'll make what they say not as bad. But all of these happenings don't even compare to what the last one is.
Another patient discharge paper. But this one has a different recurring sentence, 'suicide attempt' the tall man with a heart made of gold internally crumbles. What's the worst is the date. Two months ago. Recent, very recent.
She was willing to let her child become motherless? Hero thinks to himself. A sudden fury arises in him at the fact that she was going to take his sons mother away from him, the fact that she didn't care enough about him to stay and get herself right. He looks to the girl who stole his heart and looks at her with different eyes. Eyes of hate. Though apart of him hates her for this, he can't help but also feel empathy as well.
"My fuck ups," she solemnly tells him.
"Clearly." He states with hard eyes and a cold demeanor.
"Listen I know you're mad-" she tries to explain but is cut off.
"MAD?! YOU THINK IM FUCKING MAD?! IM FURIOUS JOSEPHINE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DISGUSTED BY THE FACT YOU WOULD LEAVE YOUR CHILD HERE WITHOUT A MOTHER, A MOTHER WHO NEVER GAVE ENOUGH OF A DAMN TO FIX HERSELF!" He screams with bloodshot eyes and a wet face from his tears. Rage-fully he stocks over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room and punched his fist straight into the middle of it. Over and over again. The pain in his hand doesn't compare to the pain in his heart.
Tiny arms wrap around his waist, "please stop! Please stop!" She cries into his back as she hugs him tight the sight of his blood dripping down his arm horrifies her.
"Why should I, huh?! You don't give a fuck about hurting yourself so I don't care about hurting myself either!" He takes a broken shard of glass from the mirror and turns around to face a sobbing Jo and leaves her arms, he holds it to him wrist and presses down slightly. "You see this?!" He looks to his now slightly pink wrist from the pressure. She nods meekly through his tears. "How does it make you feel?" He asks with gritted teeth.
She looks at him not saying nothing and just continues to cry, she can't explain the pain it makes her feel. It is consuming her, looking at him about to do what she's done dozens of time makes her finally realize the absolute shear pain she's put him through, "huh?! How does it fucking feel to see someone you love hurting themselves and not being able to do anything about it?!"
"HORRIBLE!" She shouts and falls to her knees and cries into her hands, she starts whispering things to herself as if she's talking to another person but Hero can't make out what it is. Hero drops down to the floor as well and grips her chin making her look at him and stop her whispers. Sobs escape her throat as they stare into each other's eyes with equally red dry eyes.
"Now listen to me very carefully, Josephine." She nods her head slowly, "you are not ever to touch an inch of your body with a sharp object every again, or hurt yourself intentionally. Is that understood?" He growls.
"Yes," she replies almost immediately just wanting him to return to his usual loving manner. And luckily he does.
"Good. Now come here," he pulls her still sobbing form into his large warm arms. "I love you so much and I won't let you leave me," he whispers into her golden hair. They stay kneeling on the ground embracing each other for what seems like hours. "Seeing you hurt yourself, hurts me. Think about our son, Jo. He deserves to have his mother."
"My greatest achievement," Jo suddenly whispers hoarsely.
"What?" Hero asks in puzzlement.
"That's the other box," she tells him and pulls both of them to their feet where she then leads the back over to the bed.
Pictures, are the first thing placed in his hands. Pictures of his baby boy. Golden-brown hair with heterochromia iridium two different colored eyes. One eye is the gorgeous ocean blue-grey color that Hero fell in love with and the other is the marvelous pine green that Jo fell in love with. The young fella has a look of innocence and care in each photograph.
Some containing Jo holding him, some of what Hero is assuming is her relatives and others just Henry. The tears that leak from his eyes now are neither mad nor sad like they were before but.... happy. He is utterly happy to see the life that he helped create.
He looks to Jo with a wide smile and joyful eyes. "This is him?" He asks in a squeak.
"Yeah," she sighs with a small smile of her own, hers being tainted with the memories of her mistakes that caused this to be the first time Hero has been able to see anything of his son. Hero gets all giddy and starts to bounce on the balls of his feet, showing his excitement.
"Show me more." He tells her. They get on the bed and Hero wraps his arms around Jo as she goes through each picture she has, explaining what was going on, what Henry was like and what his first words were.
'Super hero' which is what Hero was to her, a super hero that saved her life.
Hero laughs along with her, puts his input in, asks questions and plans for the future. On the other side of Jo's bedroom door stands her grandparents listening and reminiscing with smiles about how their relationship was just the same as their granddaughters.
"Remember when that was us?" The elder man asks his wife with loving eyes.
"Yeah, I do. You were my super hero." She tells him with eyes that seem to have aged her back to when she was twenty three. The man looks down at her adoringly and sees the fifteen year old girl that was his neighbor as well that he fell in love with.
Time really does repeat itself.
Note from author❤️:
I'm kinda crying from the wholesome stuff in the end. Wbu you guys?
But yeah, I really wanted this to get out right away.
You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë
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