Fracture

CHAPTER TWO

*TW: mentions of self harm*

☆ ♫ Patrick ♫ ☆

After wresting a drunken Gibsie into bed I sank onto the mattress that was laid out on the floor.

I was sleeping beside Hughie who was already on the mattress whereas Johnny was crawling into bed beside Gibsie.

"You've really left me with this eejit?" Johnny groaned, pulling the covers over his body.

"At least he's passed out," Hughie shrugged trying to get into a comfortable position.

"Yeah but when he wakes up he's going to be a whiny baby," Johnny sighed, reaching over to turn off the lamp.

With the darkness engulfing me, I laid on my back and closed my eyes.

I had clearly fallen asleep because I was startled awake by Gibsie practically stepping on my head mumbling something about going to see Claire.

Feeling confused and groggy I looked to the alarm clock on Gibsies nightstand to see it read, half two in the morning.

With the hall light coming through the crack in the door I could see that both Johnny and Hughie were still sleeping soundly.

Feeling the urge to pee, I slipped out of bed and into the hall. The bathroom door was closed which struck me as odd but it was half two in the morning so I assumed no one was in it.

I looked around to see Gibsie's parent's bedroom door still closed, as well as Scarlett's so I took that as my sign to enter. When the handle twisted, telling me the door was in fact not locked, I pushed it open only for my heart to drop.

On the hard tile floor was a teary eyed Scarlett with a razor blade to her wrist. Feeling both shocked and devastated at the sight I just stood in the doorway like an eejit.

She scrambled to drop the blade trying to hide what she was doing, but it was too late, I'd seen it.

"What the fuck are you doing? I'm in here," She hissed, wiping a tear off her cheek.

"I..." No words were coming out of my mouth, "I um, I had to pee."

"And? The door was closed. That usually means the room is occupied," She glared at me.

"It's late, I didn't think anyone would be up," I whispered, feeling frozen in place.

"Well I am. Now are you going to leave or keep staring at me like a creep?" She muttered.

I kept staring at her, unsure of what to do in this moment. The girl hated me, I knew she did, and I  didn't know why. We used to be friends in primary school, maybe even more than friends but one day it just stopped.

For months I had tried to figure out why, but no one knew and she refused to tell me.

So for the past seven years I've lived with her hating me with no explanation.

"Scarlett," I choked out.

"What? What the hell do you want Feely?" She scoffed, another tear falling onto her cheek before she wiped it away.