The Scars That Heal

Chapter Ten

Oh. New chappie. Seems legit.

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When I woke up, I was sitting in a really uncomfortable chair. I looked around trying to remember where I was. The first thing I saw was Scarrlet sitting on her hospital bed, back towards me as she looked out the window. "Scarrlet?" I asked, barely a whisper. "You could've died." She said not turning to face me. I sat there for a moment, trying to remember what had happened that made me pass out. I brought my hand up to push the hair out of my face when I saw the bandages on my wrists. The memories came rushing back. I remembered the doctor giving me the news. I remembered getting Scarrlet's pocket knife. I remembered slicing my veins. I had tried to kill myself.

I let out a shaky breath, "That's kind of how suicide works, Scarr." When she still didn't turn around, I got up and walked over to her. I sat down next to her and rested my hand on hers. "I thought you were never going to wake up. I couldn't live with that." I said as I lowered my head. "I had to." She whispered as she wiped the tears from her face. I realized she was talking about Marshall and Zac. I carefuly brought her to me, trying not to hurt her and rested my face on the side of her neck. "I'm not as strong as you." I said as she let out a sigh.

I raised my head to look up at her with my cheek still slightly rested on her shoulder. I wiped a stranded tear that never fell from her face with the tip of my finger. I saw her glance at my patched up wrist. She grabbed my hand and brought it down to her lap. She turned it over so the bandages were facing up, slowly rubbing her thumb over the still tender spot. "You're such an idiot, you're lucky Ren found us before a nurse did or you'd be locked up in a ward right now." She said while finally looking at me. I put on a look of mock hurt, "Well, I never.." I said with a terrible southern accent. That earned a little half hearted smile from her. "Did you hear anything I said passed idiot?" She asked with a slight tinge of attitude.

Just then, Ren walked in, reeking of smoke, with two white cups in either hand. "Ah, you're alive I see." Ren said handing me one of the cups in his hand. I took it gratefully, realizing it was coffee. "No, I died about an hour ago. I'm just a ghost here to haunt you, you're the only one that can see me." I said sarcastically, taking a small sip of the steaming liquid.

Ren narrowed his eyes at me before he continued, "That was quite a fucking stunt you pulled." He scolded, taking a seat in the chair next to the hospital bed. "I come in to check on you two and what do I find? Scarrlet in the bathroom with you on her lap covered in your blood." He said, taking a sip of his own coffee. "You sir, are one crazy bastard." He looked at me with an amused look in his eyes. "Yeah, well.. what can I say?" I said, shrugging an standing up off the bed. "So, when are they letting her out of here?" I asked, walking over to Ren. "Sometime tomorrow." Scarrlet answered for him, repositioning herself so she could lay down. "Apparently I have a guardian angel because I made it out with surprisingly little damage. I have to come back for some routine tests and then I start physical therapy for my fucked up wrist." She said as she gestured to her arm that was cocooned in a sling.

"Well, tomorrow couldn't come any sooner. I just want to get this whole situation over with." Ren said, while grabbing the remote to turn the tv on. "Fuck. That's for sure." I said as Ren continued to search for something to watch. "Well, I'm going to go head over to the station to do the stupid report shit. What time is it?" I asked as Ren checked his phone for the time. "It is exactly, 8:17 on this fine Saturday night." He replied as he settled on watching some George Lopez re-run. "Ugh," I grunted as I raised my hand to rub my forehead, "I just need to get it over with." I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair Ren was sitting in and kissed Scarrlet on the top of her head. "I'll be back." I called behind me as I walked out the door. I let out a sigh as I walked into the parking lot and searched for where Ren had parked my truck. As I got in, I shut the door and turned the heater on. It was starting to get cold again. I sat there as I waited for the inside of the car to warm up a bit. "Alright, here goes nothing." I said to myself as I backed out of the parking lot and onto the street.

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After about two and a half hours of talking to the detective, I was finally finished and on my way back to the hospital. I looked around for my phone and found it in the glove compartment. I dialed Ren's number and put the phone to my ear. It rang a couple times before he picked up, "Yo, Mase. How can I be of assistance?" Ren said on the other end. "Are we staying the night at the hospital again?" I asked, stopping at a red light. "Nah, they won't let us since she's awake." Ren replied with a yawn. "We'll be heading out as soon as you come back." He said as I continued to wait at the light. "Alright. I'll be there in about five minutes." I said, as I plugged in the charger for my phone. "Alright, broseph." Ren replied.

I ended the call and set my phone in the cup holder beside me. I put my foot on the gas as the light turned green. Damn, I can't wait until this whole nightmare is over. It seems that my life is just one tragic event after another. Fuck this, man. I just want everything to settle down so I can begin to get used to the fact that I'm going to be living with Scarrlet and Ren. I still haven't really gotten used to the idea.

Everything is moving so quickly, I haven't even really stopped to realize the severity of this whole situation. Nothing that's happening makes any sense. For one, how could I be feeling this way about some girl? There has to be a reason. Shit like this doesn't just happen. Love like this doesn't just happen. I want to know why I feel such a strong attactchment, such familiarness. I don't want to stop it or anything, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I just want to know why. And I know it's not just me feeling all of this. I know she's feeling and wondering all the same things that I am. I can see it in her eyes. As I turn into the hospital parking lot, I let out a sigh. "Whatever." I say to myself as I find an empty parking space. I'll worry about it later.

Right now, I just want to go to bed. I am so damn tired. I unbuckle my seatbelt and wince a little as I do. "Fuck." I say as I suck in a breath, my wrists are stinging. The cuts are so deep. I look down at the bandages and they're stained with fresh blood. I slightly press down on them so the bleeding will subside a bit. Scarrlet's right, I am an idiot. I brush some hair out of my eyes and pull my jacket tighter around me as I head towards the hospital. As I get inside I greet the receptionist behind the counter. A younger woman, probably in her late twenties with chin length chesnut hair and light brown eyes. She was nice, but then again, so was everyone else at this hospital.

I got inside the elavator and pressed the button to Scarrlet's floor. As I waited to stop at the right floor, I nervously played with the piercings under my lip. I hated elevators, they've always freaked me out. As the elevator came to a halt, it let out a ding and the doors slowly opened to reveal Ren. "Yo, man. I was just about to go down for a smoke. I'll be back up in a minute, then we can go." He said, he walked into the elevator as I walked out. "Sure thing." I replied, I raised my hand in a salute as the elevator doors closed to his smirking face.

I let out a chuckle as I headed towards Scarrlet's room. I knocked on the door as I entered. She turned away from the tv to face me. "Oh, hey." She said, with a smiling face. She patted the empty space next to her, indicating me to sit down. I sat down on the small hospital bed and put an arm around her shoulders as she lay back onto my chest. "How are you feeling?" She asked, looking up at me. "I should be asking you that. But, ah, I'm alright. Better now that you're awake." I said, smoothing down her hair with my free hand. "So, a little birdie tells me that you were crying over me like a scene queen who couldn't go to Warped Tour." She said teasingly as she poked me in the side. "Oh, shut up." I said leaning down to press my lips againts hers. She kissed me back and playfully bit my lip, my lips spread into a smile againts hers and she let out a low laugh as I placed a small kiss on her collar bone.

This girl is going to kill me.

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