Stay With Me

July 16, 4:30

***Carl's POV***
I came back to a sleeping Amie. Her face was pale and flushed, her breathing shallow. I set her food on the nightstand and sat in the rocking chair that I had brought up from the living room. I ate my potatoes and sausage left over from breakfast this morning. I finished scraping my plate to see Amie's eyes flutter open.
"Where's mine?" she asked.
"Right here. We ran out of plastic forks. I got the last one." I barely got the words out before she grabbed her plate and my fork and started scarfing down the food.
"What the hell? It's cold!"
"You should have woken up sooner." I said plainly.
"You should have woken me up! I told you that I was always starving! Normally I get mad when people wake me up. But you brought me food. You can wake me up. God Carl! Seriously?"
" I understand that something is going on. And I understand that you just lost your best friend. But you still don't have the grounds to snap at me like that. You never do. I'm sorry but that's the way it is."
"Carl I-"
"It's fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. I'm just so overwhelmed by everything that's going on." She didn't say anything. She just rolled over and stopped talking to me. I got up and walked out, slamming the door.
"Dammit," I muttered to myself, sliding down the wall. I felt the tears stream down my face. What the hell is wrong with me?
I heard footsteps. I wiped my face, but I was too late.
"Hey hey hey. What's wrong?" It was Maggie.
"I- I yelled at Amie. She was being snappy. I shouldn't have. I- I think she's pregnant. Or on her period. But either way she's really emotional and she just lost her best friend. But now she's mad at me and won't talk to me. All I want to do is talk. I want to help her. But she won't let me."
"I can help you. But only if you stop with the tears. I don't do tears. Mkay?"
"Kay. Thanks Maggie."
***Amie's POV***
Oh god. What the hell Amie? What the fuck did you do that for? He was just trying to help. He brought you food, for gods sake! Then you go and fuck it up! I climb out of bed and walk over to my jeans that are in a heap on the floor. I pull the blade out of my pocket and sit in the rocking chair that Carl was sitting in. I held the blade to my thigh where no one would see them. I held the blade, dragging it across the skin. I saw the red gather, then fall. I drug the blade across the pale white skin several more times before there was a knock on my door.
"Shit," I muttered when I dropped the bloody blade on the floor. I ran to the bed and pulled the blankets and sheets over my legs. "Come in!"
Maggie walked in.
"Hey. You okay."
"Yes. No. I don't know Maggie. My life is fucked up. I don't even know what day it is. What day is it anyways?"
"July 16."
"Oh shit."
"What? What is it?"
"I'm 3 days late."
***A/N***
Ooooooohhhhhhh shit. Hehehehehehheheheh. You're welcome Michaela. Note the sarcasm. I will try to update later but I can't guarantee anything. And the song on the side is Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf) by AWOLNATION. It's like my favorite song. It is soooo good!!!!