His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 28

I'm not sure if it's been days or weeks since I've held off seeing him. I'm not sure how sunken my cheeks are or how much my heart has broken.

I don't know how long the pain has numbed my senses. I'm never hungry, or thirsty, or . . . broken-hearted. You see, that's the think about falling in love. You think it's the best thing ever, but you're still falling and it's only a matter of time before your heart hits the floor.

I never want to see him again, I never want to be able to touch him again. Because that means that I'm broken. That means that I can't possible live without him. And that means that in that hotel lobby, I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I always dream about him on the rare times that I'm sleeping. And the dream is always the same.

I'm always on a field of green grass. Every time I look down, I'm barefoot and I'm wearing a white dress. A little girl always runs up to me. She always calls me Mommy. I always reach out to her when she falls. Every time I'm blocked by glass. And then, she cries. And she cries until he comes to pick her up. He cradles her.

"Mommy didn't want this." He whispers. They always fade away. I always wake up screaming for them, for her. And every time, Mom comes running into my room with a cool cloth. She always says I need help. I always tell her I'm fine.

And then . . . I'm numb all over again.

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"Her cheeks have sunken in."

"I can see her ribs today."

"She needs help."

My eyes flutter open, their voices wrenching me from a dreamless sleep. Mom rushes to my side. "Brooklyn, honey . . . I'm glad you're awake." She held up a bowl of oatmeal. "You need to eat." I shake my head defiantly, my eyes taking in my surroundings. My friends line my bedroom walls. A barrier, I realize. Just in case you run. But, from what?

"Brooklyn, I didn't want to resort to this." Mom gestured at the door and three men clad in blue rushed in and slid me onto a cotton stretcher.

"Ma'am, what is wrong with your daughter?" One of them asked.

"S-She broke up with her longtime boyfriend and she . . . she hasn't eaten o-or slept in two weeks." A tired sadness laced Mom's voice.

My boyfriend. "No! No, don't take me!" I thrashed around on the stretcher, my limbs hitting the metal bars that held the cotton in place. "It'll be easier for him to see me! He's 19, they can't stop him!" Tears streamed down my face, my body jerking around. I turned to Mom, my face contoured in pain. "Please, Mom, seeing him . . . I don't know what it'll do to me." She turned away from my gaze, her jaw trembling.

The men walked me out of the house, placing me gently into the back of an ambulance. I thrashed again. My wrists pushed against the restraints they had wrapped around me. My back arched and I wailed loudly. I slid violently away from the needle a blonde nurse was attempting to stick into my arm. She grasped my arm, pushing the needle into my skin. The clear liquid flowed into me, turning my blood to a thick syrup. My eyelids drooped and my mouth dried. "Please . . . don't let him see me."

It's all black after that.

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A/N:

Sorry for the short chapter, I needed to explain some things as you can see.

I'm on spring break right now so except a update fairly soon.

Can we try and get the votes to 10? I'll dedicate the next chapter to my tenth voter.

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