Azalea

Emotions are for children

Chase pov ~

I noticed Azalea getting more and  more tired as the appointment went on, she was struggling to walk on the way back to the car.

What happened?

we sit down in the car and i can see her body swaying slightly, i reach out to try and hold her but she closes her eyes and falls fowards.

i yell her name and get my dads attention, "oh shit shit shit, what do we do?" i rush out.

"relax Chase she's probably just tired, check her pulse or whatever and just let her sleep." my dad says.

"relax! how am i meant to be relaxed, she was fine this morning!" i shout as i check the pulls at the side of her neck, moving her head back slightly for better access. i see the scar along her throat and i feel my heart stop,

"hey dad, have you seen the scar on her neck?" i ask.

"yeah, that's why she cant talk, we saw that when we went and picked her up" he sighs.

"that isn't from an accident or a surgery dad, that's the same type of scar as ones i get from knives or like glass shards" i say, moving some hair out of my little sister's face.

"i don't know son, i will look into it, for now just let her sleep and don't bombard her with questions" he says, focusing on the road.

i hug my sister into my side and let my mind wander.

what did that to her?

was it a person?

is that motherfucker still breathing?

why did Reina threaten her last night?

Does that bitch know anything about my sister?

we get home and i carry my sister up to her room, holding her tight against my chest.

i place her down gently on her bed and go to move away, but i feel a little hand gripping the front of my shirt. i try and pry her fingers off but her knuckles go white with force as she grips my shirt.

i chuckle slightly and lay down beside her, pulling the blanket over her.

i lay my head behind hers and i can smell the sweet fruit like shampoo she uses.

i really missed my little sister, and i will destroy anyone who tries to take her away from me.

Azalea pov~

i wake up to soft breathing above me and i open my eyes slowly to survey my suuroundings.

it looks like i'm in my own room, the dresser, the windows, everything looks fine.

i sit up and turn to the other side of the bed, Chase?

Chase is in my bed. asleep.

i move to the side of the  bed and stand up, slowly walking over to the bathroom.

i shut the door behind me and look in the mirror, my hair is slightly messy and mascara smudged.

i use some water to gently wipe of the mascara from under my eyes and brush out my hair.

i sit down on the toilet and try to remember what happened.

i passed out in the car, i woke up in my bed. my head hurts and my arm is in a new cast.

i walk out of the bathroom and grab my phone, 5:15 Shit.

i try my best to dig through my backpack with one arm, but it takes longer than usual.

i grab my small Blood Glucose checker and hold it in my mouth to prick my finger.

i never noticed how much you cant do without two arms.

3.4  ..... shit.

i get up and make my way down to the kitchen, stumbling slightly on the stairs.

i walk in and go to the fridge, hoping to find a Juicebox or some fruit, anything really.

i can't find fruit, so maybe in one of these cupboards is a bag of candy.

i climb onto the counter and look through the cupboards, finding a bag of skittles.

that works.

i slide off the counter and count out 15 skittles, the right amount to get my sugar back to normal. i eat the skittles and go sit on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

i close my eyes again, but i know i can't sleep yet, i could crash again and i need to keep monitoring. i can't believe i let it get down to 3.4.

 i get up, grabbing the bag of skittles and walking back upstairs.

i haven't seen anyone since i left my room, where are they all?

having my arm in a slight might have some upsides, i don't have to carry the skittles the entire way upstairs, so that's a plus.

i get to my room and see chase still asleep, so i set the skittles down Infront of my and get my monitor from where i left it on my cupboard. i place my arm over it, holding it down as i try and press the button so it pricks my finger, i struggle for a few seconds before i hear the bed moving.

i shove the monitor in my bag and look at Chase, seeing him stand up from my bed. i know i have secrets i want them to know, but this? i need this to say secret.

he holds out his and i give him a small questionative smile.

he sighs and says "come on Az, let me help", his voice laced with sadness.

i sigh and turn back to my bag, grabbing the checker and handing it to him. he kneels infront of me and grabs my hand.

his hands are so gentle when he holds mine, i have to remind myself that this family is evil. i can't get attached, feelings are when mistakes happen.

he pricks my finger and we wait for the results.

"you know your meant to tell us stuff like this Azzy, your meant to tell me. i could have helped you" he says, squeezing my hand slightly.

i roll my eyes and use my phone to write, "but you weren't there, none of you were. not when i actually needed you" 

he looks hurt and opens his mouth to say something but i grab the monitor from his hand and look at the results, 3.8. better.

i grab the skittles and put 5 in my mouth before pointing towards the door, he looks hurt but he walks towards the door, stopping and he looks over his shoulder 

"i won't spill your secrets, and i wont make you but you come to me ok. when your sugar is low you come to me, i will help you" and with that he walks out the door, closing it softly behind him.

yeaaaahhh sure. note the very obvious sarcasm present in my internal monologue.

i sit down on my bed and message Neiha from my burner phone.

A- 2 50, 4:30 3

N- 2 50, 4:30 received.

i smile and turn my phone off. 

i lay down and stare at the ceiling, closing my eyes ready for another nightmare filled sleep