The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

Sixteen: They Found You on the Dance Floor

Meh.

Marball fanart because why not?

Why is the radio so shitty these days?

Like how is this alternative.

Anyway, let's get started on this dramatic new installment.

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Chapter Sixteen

My head was a throbbing bundle of pain; it felt as if someone was slowly sawing away at my skull, taking their sweet time to cause as much pain as possible without killing me.

I had no idea what was going on, but I heard frantic whispers, and felt strong hands around me. Was someone carrying me? I wasn't sure, and I didn't get a chance to find out as I slowly slipped out of consciousness once more.

I woke up slowly, my eyes fluttering open, then shutting due to the large amount of white light that had invaded them. There was a musty, yet clean smell that surrounded me. In the distance I heard the steady beep of what seemed to be some sort of machine.

Then it occurred to me.

I opened my eyes cautiously to confirm my suspicion that, yes, I was in the hospital. I glanced over at the cold, metal machine that was helping me breathe. There was a pain in my arm and I looked down to see a tube protruding from my forearm.

I whimpered and looked around frantically. The walls were a blinding white, with some cheesy inspirational quotes painted on the walls.

I tried to think back to the dance, but it was all a blur. I remembered taking a sip of the spiked punch, but beyond that it was a haze.

I found it odd that no one had come to check on me, and reached over to press the nurse button. There was a feeling in my mind that told me I knew why I was here, but I wasn't sure why.

I became painfully aware, as I sat up in the stiff hospital bed, of my visible burns and scars. There were more than I remembered. I prayed to many different gods that Frank, my mother, or anyone else hadn't seen them. I had a bad feeling they had, and if not, the doctors would tell them.

My clothes from the dance were cleaned and folded neatly on the chair next to where I was resting. What had happened?

The door suddenly opened to reveal a woman in a similar shade of blinding white to the rest of the room.

"Hello, Gerard," she said, her teeth clenched in a forced smile. She wore her brown hair up in a ponytail, the remaining strands held up by a yellow headband. She held in her hands a clipboard. She was attractive, I suppose, if you're into that.

By that I mean females.

She sat in the chair next to the one holding my clothes and pulled out a pen. Her name tag read 'Kacey.'

"My eyes are up here," she said when she caught my eyes staring at her name tag.

My face reddened. "No! I don't-"

"I'm just kidding," she said, giggling. "Your boyfriend was the one who brought you in, you know."

"Oh. How is he?"

She smiled at my concern for him. "He's fine. His mother made him go home last night. He tried to stay here with you all night."

I smiled slightly, feeling bad for making him worry, but also special that he would do that for me.

There was silence for a moment, as if Kacey was waiting for me to ask what she knew I would.

"What happened to me?" I asked slowly.