The Pickup Line

Chapter Fifteen

I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing. Stop thinking about , The bullets from my mouth.  I love the things you hate about yourself.  Just finished a daydream,  Who were you tryna be?

Hallelujah - Panic! at the Disco

- Sawyer - 

6 months later

I heaved into the toilet bowl, barely feeling the rubbing on my back.  The room was spinning so violently that I could barely stay awake.  The rubbing left and soon I felt a cold washcloth on the base of my neck, slowly cooling my body back down. 

"I can't believe you did this again.  You're so stupid, Sawyer.  This is the fifth time this week..." 

I closed my eyes, letting her words flow into one ear and out the other.  I didn't care, not anymore.  I stopped caring on the ninth of November.  He hadn't called since -  

"Sawyer!" I heard Gracie scream.  I didn't register her words until I felt my head hit hard against the bathtub.  

How drunk was I?

Obviously drunk enough to hit your head on the bathtub floor because you couldn't hold yourself up anymore.

"Oh God, Sawyer, you're bleeding," Gracie said, her voice all high like it gets when she's nervous.  She had the right to be nervous, I was losing blood.  Losing myself.  

"I'm fine, just let me sleep," I grumbled.  I almost felt the urge to cry, but I hadn't done that in a long time. 

"No! Stay awake! Talk to me, I have to run and get my phone. Keep talking!" Her voice kept drifting further and further away.  My eyelids felt so heavy.

"Hello? Please help! It's Sawyer... fell and hit her head... I know it hurts Sawyer but I have to!" I guessed that the last part was to me, I could feel pressure against my skull.  I hoped she wasn't calling 911, they'd already seen me once for my hand...

"Sawyer, eyes open," Gracie said, phone no longer pressed against her ear.  She pulled me into her arms and rocked me carefully, still holding a hand to my head. 

 How hard had I hit my head?  I was still asking myself that when I finally let sleep pull me under.

The next day

I woke up to the sound of a horrid beeping.  I couldn't tell where I was at, all I knew was that it wasn't my bed.  My eyes flung open at the sound of a door quietly shutting, the only noise in the room other than the beeping.

My vision was blurry at first.  I blinked multiple times to get the sleep out of my eyes, and slowly the details focused.  I looked towards the person who had come in, gawking once I saw who it was. 

Surely my eyes were still unfocused.  He can't be here, he left.  

But he's standing right in front of my hospital bed. Staring at me, eyes a bit red-rimmed. 

Why is he here?

I watched as he nervously looked around the room.  His hands shook a little as he moved to grip the hand rails.  His gaze trained on me finally, and I'd be damned if I looked away first.  He didn't have to be here.  I didn't want him here. 

"Sawyer..." he huffed.  It was obvious he didn't know what he wanted to say.

"Stop.  It's clear you don't know where to start, so let me finish it.  Get out," I gritted out every word with a poisonous venom that I had picked up over the past three months.  I saw him take in a breath like he was preparing himself for a big speech and again I shut him down. 

"Get out, Brayden.  I don't want to see you,"

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IM SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON AND IM SURE THIS CHAPTER IS HORRIBLE BUT I HAVE A PLAN (WHICH IS PROBABLY OBVIOUS) BUT STILL

I am so so so sorry.  No excuses whatsoever.  Cuss me if you want (silently in your head please)

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(more tomorrow cause the urge to write happened a little last tonight and I got tired around "the next day" so) 

(This chapter is also basically a filler, for what's to happen in the next chapter)