Secret Melodies(Dangerous Fellows Lawrence X Reader)

Ghost

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES HEAVY THEMES SUCH AS DEPRESSION, AN ATTEMPT ON SUICIDE, AND SELF HARM

Y/N's POV

I stare at the bodies and swallow harshly. If they were strangers or people who I only had bad memories of, I wouldn't care.

But they weren't strangers, and the night I spent talking and laughing over dinner kept replaying in my head.

Gone. They're gone.

It took everything in me not to break down.

Jay died for nothing...he died trying to save someone he cares about and they died anyways.

Scarlett may have been a bitch, but she cared about people. She didn't want to admit it, but she did. She was afraid of me. Her fear plagued her into being someone else. Had things been different, she most likely would've been kind.

...and Hailey...why? Why did she do it? Was this her way of feeling in control? Was she thinking that this was her way to survive? Was she actually kind or was that an act too?

All that I harbored was uncertainty and sorrow.

Zion slumped down in front of Scarlett's body and tried to fight back tears. Not even Eugene could think of a smartass comment to make the situation seem less intense. We lost three people in just one night.

Days passed and Zion seemed more and more like a ghost. He didn't speak. He rarely ate. He rarely drank water. His eyes were always red from crying.

I finally had enough of seeing him like this. I knocked on his door and waited. No response. I felt dread set in as I turned the handle. What I saw had make me tear up. "LAWRENCE!!!!! GET THE MEDICAL KIT NOW!!!!!!" I screamed as I stared at Zion. He was barely conscious as his arms were cut up. Lawrence rushed in with the medical kit as asked as everyone crowded around the room. I quickly treated his wounds and stitched him up. I had rushed to mother's work room next door and unlocked it. I pulled out IVs and a blood bag. I didn't know his blood type so I used O negative since it was the universal blood type. I was thankful that my mother worked in the medical field and knew what temperature to keep blood and IVs at as I hooked him up in the office. I plugged him up to a machine that monitors his vitals. He was weak but he was alive.

Hours pass and he moves slightly. Everyone instinctively tries to rush to his side but I stop them. "You can still be in the room with him but please remember that being crowded would be stressful and with his current condition, too much stress could make him worse." I say and they agree. Eugene whined about it but ultimately knew I was right so he kept his distance.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him and he slowly turns his head towards me.

"Why didn't you let me die?" He asked weakly. I sighed. "We already lost so much...none of us can afford to lose you too...we care about you just as much as we cared about them...we're hurting too, but losing you would be our breaking point..." I explain and move his hair out of his eyes. His eyes teared up as he took in my words. His eyes seemed a bit more lively knowing how important he really was and for once he seemed more sad than empty. He then looked around in confusion.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked and I had to hold back a laugh. "My mom other may have been a bitch towards the end, but before she was a bitch she was working in the medical field. This is her work room that I kept locked so it could be used only for emergencies like this." I explained a bit amused. Thank fuck he's still Zion.