Okay, that look longer than I anticipated... Basically, I said I'd watch a gossip girl ep but ended up watching many... So this is technically a new day, with the time like 1am but still double update as it's within 24 hours.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIAMH
Btw I'm not the best with injury knowledge so don't judge me if I'm wrong... Also thank you for all the lovely comments and messages, it's unbelievable how rad and supportive you all are and for that I'm gonna keep this going:]
What do you all think? Want Fern and Isaac together or Fern and Finn?...
There might just be a new person in the scene soon though... Or maybe two;]
xoxo
Gossip Girl
Just kidding, Bec
My room holds the darkness and I feel safe again...
It's weird to think that people fear one of the only things that can protect people. Darkness can shade the problems and so someone can eventually do right. And a stereotype of crepuscule frustrates me... It's often more than a dimness in a movie that the monsters hide in or live in, sometimes it's a brick wall that makes people feel secure because they don't have to see what's around them yet so they can remember the moment they live in before having to take the next step.
I know that I've fallen asleep around six times but every time, I wake up twenty minutes later, tops.
My earphones are lying on the floor along with my phone since the one strategy that I use has decided not to work on me... Now I'm just lying here. My eyes on the verge of closing but only for a short period of time.
The duvet is pulled up to my chin and I haven't moved positions from when I first got into my pit. I'm too scared to move my ankle or to see if I hurt myself or cut something open. I don't want to see the blood, so I stay still.
The rain taps against my window and I can hear the leaves rustle along with the trees. The weather seems so bipolar. One day it's sunshine and sweet harmonies and the next it's reflecting off my mood and is bleak and atonal with a lack of a tone or key.
My window taps and I turn my head to the left ajar window and the small puddle of rain on my floor.
Maybe it would be a good thing to walk it off. I just have to remember not to look down at it. Just get up, close the window and get back into bed...
I climb up and keep my head steadily forward and I limp over to the window and reach out for the handle but pause.
My eyes scan the ground to spot him, with his phone in his hand.
I hear the vibration against my floor and I know he's calling me, again.
"What do you want, Isaac? It's three in the morning!" I shout-whisper down to him.
"I want to talk." He says.
"No, just go home." I respond.
"I'm not leaving until you talk to me."
"It's raining, you're going to get ill for the live shows." I hear the concern in my voice and feel like a mother.
"Well then, you better let me up..." He grins slightly.
"No, we'll talk about this another time, I'm tired and cold and I'm shutting the window."
"Why are you up at this time? Couldn't sleep?" He quickly asks.
"What, no-" I whisper down.
"Couldn't sleep?" He repeats and I nod my head slowly, "We need to solve this."
Before I have chance to say anything else or to prevent him, he begins to climb up the decoration ladder my mother bought the house with. I never thought it could ever hold a person but right now it feels like some cliche movie.
I get back into my bed but push the pillows into a position where I can sit up. I cover myself in the duvet and turn the little lamp on even though I don't want to be in contact with the light at this time of the morning.
Isaac climbs through the window and slowly shuts the window. He takes a seat on my bed and looks at me for a few moments as if he's gathering himself up or contemplating what his next move is.
"I didn't tell h-" He starts.
"I know." I interrupt.
"You what?"
"I know." I repeat.
"Oh. Well, okay." He nods, "Wait, and you just let me climb up that unsafe ladder?"
"Hey! It was your choice..." I yawn.
"That's because I thought-," He pauses, "I don't want an argument."
"I'm just-"
"Stubborn... Yeah, same... sometimes." He offers a smile.
"I'm tired, can we talk about this is the morning?" I whisper.
"Yeah, okay... As long as you don't avoid me or run off again."
"I don't think I can." I murmur to myself.
He shuffles slightly on the end of my bed, right next to my ankle and I let out a small gasp but instantly try to turn it into a cough but he stares at me. And then places one hand over the duvet onto my ankle. I watch his hand.
With his other hand, he grabs a fist of the duvet and pulls it off my legs, revealing the swollen ankle. He pulls the sock off, exposing the bruise and lump which I assume to be the bone, sticking out. I cover my mouth and look away at the sight.
He holds onto my leg and lifts it slightly, putting a pillow under it.
"Okay, I've had plenty of these bad boys from skateboarding tragedies and it's simple what you have to do... I'm going to escape from the window and then you're going to shout to anyone in the house and tell them that you need to go to the hospital. On the journey, you need to lie your leg straight so the bone doesn't move anymore and hold an icepack to it..."
I nod with my chin high so I don't have to see it again.
"Thank you." I whisper.
"Call me tomorrow or I'll see you at the hospital, I'm guessing you'll be there."
"Oh shit, I have an exam!" I say remembering about my english exam.
"They'll sort something out, just focus on your ankle and remembering to call me." He laughs quietly and then leaves the same way he came.
I shout my mum over and over until she comes into my room and sees my injury.
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South Coast ((Isaac Waddington Fanfic))
Fanfic"The reason that you dance and sing is to make the audience feel like they're dancing and singing. As long as you're having fun with it and giving it 100 percent, they're gonna feel that." -Heath Ledger
