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Comfort home.

I woke up. There was a weird beeping noise and I felt trapped. I tried to move but I was attached to something. Someone put their hand on me and I jolted my arm away for a second before realizing it was just Alex. "Hey. You feelin any better?" He asked, concern written all over his face. "Where the fuck am I?" I asked harshly, one again trying to escape the cords attaching me to the hospital machines. Alex chuckled and I glared at him. "Why the fuck are you laughing? Stop laughing and get me out of here. NOW!" I shouted at him and he was taken aback. I didn't stop staring at him until the nurse came in. "Hey, your awake. That's good. I have some important things to tell you." I crossed my arms and looked at her. I nodded my head once and she went on. "You have three bruised ribs, a busted lip, some head injury, and a fractured bone. We think he hit you at least 20 or 30 times. It's a miracle your even alive, Aria." My head started to hurt and I winced. 'fucking wish he would have killed me for fucks sake.' Tears started to form at the memory and I wanted to break down in my mother's arms. "Aria, you'll need to rest for 3 to 4 days and let everything heal on its own. We can prescribe you medication to alleviate the pain but it won't speed up the healing process." She said. I nodded again giving her permission to go on. "I just need to ask you a few questions before prescribing you anything." I nodded again and she continued. "Have you had any past experience with addiction?" 

FLASHBACK.

"YOOO ARIA!" Thomas called to me. "YO Thomas what's up?" I asked. "Fucking jack shit. Hey there's gonna be a party at Mason's tonight. You wanna come? There'll be everything you could ever ask for." I considered this for a moment. Deciding whether or not I wanted to end up how I did last weekend. "Ah fuck it. I'll be there man." We dabbed eachother up and walked to our classes. 

"Aria?" The nurse asked. "Hm? Oh no. No I haven't" I lied. Of course I did. But the pain was horribly unbearable and I needed some sort of medication to subdue the fucking pain. "Ok, good." She said and nodded her head. "What are you prescribing me?" I asked. "Acetaminophen, and oxycodone." 'fuck' I thought. My brother looked at me like he knew what I was thinking. "Take one Oxycodone and two Acetaminophen once a day until prescription is out." I nodded my head showing I understood. "Great, you'll be out of here in about thirty to forty minutes." And with that she walked out. I looked over to my brother once again and he had his head in his hands. 'over-dramatic bitch.' "What the FUCK are you thinking Aria?" "What the fuck do you mean asshole?" I said in a harsh voice. "Your going to get addicted again. You and I both fucking know this." He answered in a bitter tone.

I mean, he wasn't wrong, but it really wasn't that bad so I don't get why he's acting like this. "Listen, I need the meds. How about I entrust you with my medication?" I said with a slight smile, trying to make him feel somewhat better. "Yea that's fine." He answered and went back to having his head in his hands. "Where's mom and Ash?" I asked. "Mom's with Ash getting food." He looked up and at me. "Oh, ok. How long was I out for?" "1 day. A whole whopping 24 hours." There's no fucking way I was out for that long. "No fucking way." I said. He just nodded and I lied there, with my mouth on the floor. "Where's the asshole?" I asked more quietly this time. "In one of the rooms. He's heavily sedated. You did a number on him, Ari." He said quietly. I nodded my head and chuckled. "As soon as we get your prescription, mom said were leaving and moving." He said in a low voice. 

I stopped smiling. I stopped breathing. I stopped thinking. Everything was frozen. "What?" I said through gritted teeth. "Now why the FUCK aren't you happy about that. Were finally leaving and YOUR not happy. That's all you fucking talk about is leaving. 'Oh I wanna leave so bad.' 'Trust me one of these days you won't ever fucking see me again.' BRO, were leaving be fucking bullshit happy." He said in an angry tone. I get why he was so mad, I do. But I didn't expect it to be soon. I wouldn't even get to say goodbye to my only fucking friend. "I don't know, I just didn't think it'd be this soon." I said in a quiet voice. I wanted to cry. After everything, I wanted to break. I'd already broken mentally, but not emotionally. I wasn't prepared for this. In any way. Mentally, emotionally, nor physically. 

Alex got up from the hospital chair and pulled me into a hug. 'don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. DON'T FUCKING CRY.' I told myself. Too late. A tear had slipped and I finally broke. There in the hospital. In my younger brothers arm. I cried and he comforted me. Just as always. We were each other's support system. We both needed each other. 

After about 2 minutes of crying, my mom came in. She rushed to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "AH FUCK. Mom too fucking tight." I winced and she pulled away saying sorry. "Sorry honey, I'm just glad your ok. It should be me right now in that bed instead of you." She brushed a piece of hair out of my face and behind my hair. I leaned into her touch. That comforting touch I always craved after getting home from being bullied, jumped, beat up. My mom was my comfort place. "Did Alex tell you?" She asked looking into my eyes. I only nodded my head and closed my eyes. She smelt like hospital, not her normal scent and I frowned. "Mom, you smell different." I stated. She nodded her head and said "That's because I've been here too long." She let out a small laugh and I let out a chuckle. I was happy with my mom, Alex, and Ash. Where ever they were I wanted to go. To the ends of the earth or to the end of time. They were my comfort home.