Suicide Silence

Chapter 4

"Zayn," a woman's voice whispered, "Zayn, are you there?" He slowly opened his eyes.
Bzzz, bzzz. A jarring sensation rang through his body. "Clear! We've got a pulse! He's breathing!" Zayn heard another voice cry. Carefully, he tried to open his eyes. "Sweetie, no. Don't try to move, the ambulance is on its way now."
'Fuck,' Zayn thought. 'I'm alive! I admitted my feelings towards Liam, thinking I'd never see him again, thinking I'd be long gone. Yet, here I am, alive...' he could hear the distant sirens wailing, getting ever closer. Zayn closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep to process everything but the lady officer stopped him. "Keep your eyes open sweetie, don't close your eyes, keep focussing on me." She seemed sweet enough, a cute little European girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a dazzling smile.
Finally, the ambulance arrived. They suited him up in all the 'attractive' necessary gear and loaded him into the ambulance.
"Do my family know?" Zayn asked curiously.
"We certainly haven't been able to contact them yet but as soon as we get through, we'll let them know about everything" the young girl replied.
Zayn wasn't worried about his family, he was worried about what Liam could've said to anyone. That he had admitted his love for him, what in the world could be worse than that?? Nothing that Zayn could think of anyway.
The ambulance arrived at the local hospital and Zayn was wheeled in to X-ray to check that he had no broken bones. They had to cut his shirt off, revealing the devastating secrets he kept locked away. The cuts. Blood was still oozing out of the deep slices on his lower forearm.
"Get this checked out and cleansed!" One of the nurses shouted. 'Great now they're gonna tell my mum that I'm mentally unstable. I bet I'm gonna have to go to rehab!'
So many negative thoughts ran through Zayn's brain. "Will I have to be rehabilitated?" He asked, curiously. "We think that would be best, judging from your actions in these recent days. We'll tell your family and see what they think," she replied calmly. "Now, just breathe, this might hurt a bit but it shouldn't last long"
She poured some sort of liquid over Zayn's cuts. The pain raced through him like a lightening strike. He but his tongue in an effort to stop himself screaming out in pure agony.
"Zayn!!" He heard his mother call, "Zayn, are you alright? God, we heard about what happened, why didnt you talk to us sweetie?"
"I could, mum, honestly. It would've hurt you more than it hurt me. I'm sorry, I love you" tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
"We're gonna have to send him to rehab, just so he can be confident in himself again,"
'Great, now everyone's gonna think I'm an unstable mess. What's Liam gonna think when I get back to school?'
"Maybe it would be best if he didnt go back to school for a while, just so the bruising on his neck will go away and he'll seem like a normal 16 year old boy again?" The nurse suggested.
"Yeah, I'll call the school tomorrow and say that he's unwell and that he won't be in school for a couple of weeks" his mother replied.

He was allowed out of hospital later that day, much to his disappointment, his mother made him catch up on all the school work he'd missed that day.
"Zayn! What happened??" His sisters chorused as soon as he entered the house.
"It doesn't matter, just leave me alone will you??" Zayn shouted, storming up to him bedroom.
'Why hadn't it worked? Judging by my calculations, I should've been dead right now but I'm not so why?' He spent hours in his bedroom, thinking up new ways of trying.

2 weeks passed and Zayn had to return to school. Much to his disappointment, what were people gonna say?? What would they do?