Cutting And Kidnapped

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:
Alexis' POV

I can't unsee what I just saw. I wish I could but I can't. "Kenzie no..."

"Lexy, I love you. Remember that," she mumurs before drifting off to sleep.

"Dammit Kenz!" I don't know what to do. "Jack! Help me get Kenzie to the hospital!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Kenzie no. Kenzie please stay up. Kenzie please.."

I hear running up the steps and Jack appears in the doorway. "What's wr- oh.."

I pick Kenzie up with a bit of trouble and take her to the car. Eventually we get there and Jack gets the keys in to drive to the hospital. I sit in the back with Kenz on my lap. "Kenzie, please wake up." While he's driving, he's staring like he's not paying attention. "Jack, are you okay?" He continues to stare. "Jack?"

"I can't.. I don't have any words for what's happening," is all I get out of him. "Why would this have happened? How?" He wonders aloud.

"I...I don't know, Jack," I lie. He stares back for a moment before he tells me that he needs to talk to me. Sure enough, we get to the hospital and we check Kenzie in. She goes right back into one of the long-term rooms.

"Lex. Why? How?" He pauses before saying, "Don't even try to tell me you don't know. I can't deal with that kind of bullshit. Just tell me Lex!" He pleads.

I sigh, knowing that he probably knows already. "Because of what I do.."

"What do you do?" Jack questions, like he's the only one who hasn't been told.

I know Kenz talked to Cole a few nights ago. I'm not stupid. "Jack... I... I cut." And with those words, he pulls me into a hug. I cry, but I'm used to the tears... Don't like them, just kinda have to deal with it.

"MacKenzie Turner," a random doctor calls out. Jack and I walk up to the lady and hear something that we wouldn't like to hear. It is better than what I was expecting but still a surprise. "MacKenzie is getting stitches. She's still unconscious right now, but in about a half hour she can have visitors. We aren't sure when she'll be up, but it should be sometime today." She pauses and looks at us skeptically, losing her 'doctor posture,' "do you guys have any idea on why she chose to reside to this?" Quickly regaining her posture, she also mentions that Kenz will have to undergo a thirty day treatment. I whimper and Jack pulls me towards him in a reassuring squeeze. She isn't the one that needs to go to that hell-hole for thirty days. I almost forgot that the doctor was standing there until she says, "It'll be ten miles away from here, not too far. And her stay may be longer, depending when they deem her stable. It was pretty deep, for her first time. Let's just hope that this will be her last time. As I said, you guys can go back in about... 27 minutes now," then she's gone.

I look up at Jack. I see his eyes become glassy and I need to be out of this hospital. I run out, into the nearby woods. I don't run too deep, just enough to cry by myself. "She doesn't fucking deserve this! It's all my fault. All my fault! She doesn't need to be there. If anything, it's me!" I quietly scream. I start kicking the tree trunk that I just slid down and I'm suddenly grabbed from behind. I start to scream and continue kicking, but soon stop the scream when I realize it's just Jack. I still kick, trying to get out of his grasp.

Jack sets me down on the ground about a quarter mile away from the hell-hole. "Lexy. Calm down. Focus on your breathing," Jack says in the same voice that Kenzie usually uses, "Maybe she needs this before it gets worse than what it just was," Jack soothes me.

My breathing is back to normal, the only thing is that I'm silently crying. Jack pulls me into one of his hugs and we just stay there for awhile.

"Wanna go check on Kenzie now, Lexy?" Jack suddenly whispers in my ear.

I nod and he helps me stand up. We silently walk into the hospital. Jack asks the person at the front desk where Kenz would be.

"Room 209. It's on the third floor. Once you go up to the third floor, make a left and then a right. Down that hall is where she'd be," she explains.

We decide to take the elevator. Three agonizing minutes later, we arrive at the door that has MacKenzie Turner checked in for the patient in the room.

She isn't awake, but we still stay in there anyways. "Can you please go outside the door for about five minutes, Jack?" I ask quietly and calmly. He nods and exits the room.

"Kenzie, I know I haven't always been there for you. And I know that... I know that I don't deserve it anymore... No one does. I'm sorry, Kenzie. I now understand how it feels for you and how heartbreaking this is. I understand how hard it must be for you to get me to stop. And, Kenzie, I will tell your doctor that it isn't you that needs to go to the facility, it's me."

After saying a few things to her unconscious body, I go out to get Jack to go into the room. He starts talking to Kenz and I quietly walk out.

I wait for the nurse to come past to check on Kenzie. She didn't come until seven minutes after I left the room. "Hey... umm... I'd like to get help. Kenzie isn't the one who truly needs to go to that hell-hole, it's me. I've cut for as long as I can remember. A-and I've passed out a little more than five times because of them in the past. I'd like for myself to get help. I don't think 'MacKenzie' needs to go. Tonight was a night when I brought home stuff for myself but she took it from me. And I guess she just didn't think before she put the razor to her wrist," I say. Feeling my cheeks, I realize that I started crying sometime when saying everything.

She explains to me, "MacKenzie needs the help, starting it out is the best time to get someone to stop. And even if that was just a mistake on her part, she'll get addicted to it. I did, you are. It's hard to stop- I'd know- but you both can do it. How about this? I'll enroll you and MacKenzie into the 30 day program. The doctors there will ultimately decide when you go home, but it starts out with 30 days," she pauses, "Does that sound good?" I nod and she goes off to wherever she needs to.

"What the hell did I get myself into?" I murmur.

I feel warm hands wrap around me and whisper, "You did the right thing."