My Life... (Matthew Espinosa fanfiction)

Hospitalized

Black.

Black.

Bright lights.

Muffled voices.

Black.

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I wake up, hearing two voices.

I keep my eyes closed, listening in.

"This wouldn't of happened if I persuaded her to stay." I hear a male voice say quietly.

"She would've gone anyway. You said it yourself!" I female voice shouts. My head throbs.

"Shhh! You are going to wake her up!" The male voice, I now recognise an Dylan, whisper yells.

"Oh, shut! You were just shouting before!" The female voice, Sara, says coldly.

I stir, pretending to wake up, and they both go silent.

I slowly open my eyes, blinded for a few seconds from the lights right above me, to see both Dylan and Sara staring at me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I say, earning a chuckle out of Sara and a scowl from Dylan.

Sara notices and quietly says she is going to get something to eat before leaving the room.

Dylan gets up slowly, walking over to the chair beside my bed and sitting down.

"I was so worried..." He said trailing off, looking down at his hands.

I studied him, his disheveled hair and clothes. The bass under his eyes... I surely didn't cause this right? I can't be the reason he looks so... so...

"Please, please say something." he begs, interrupting my thoughts and looking up.

"Its not your fault, you know." I say quietly.

"Do you know how much he did to you? How much he hurt you?" He asked, changing the subject.

I then looked down, for the first time seeing how bruised and battered I looked, and gasped.

"That's only on the surface, he also broke three ribs, two on the left and one on the right. He broke your right arm, which means you won't be able to do basic things like write or draw... if... you do that." He finished awkwardly.

Or, I thought he was finished.

"He cracked your skull a little, you needed five staples. And finally, he kicked you so hard in your gut, that you needed your stomach... replaced." He finished quietly.

"Holy shit..." I trailed off.

"Holy shit indeed." He said with an amused grin, and looking at me.

I smirked back and giggled a little.

Giggled. I giggled. What the fuck is he doing to me!?

He chuckled and stared at me. I stared back, silently.

I don't know who moved, but suddenly we were so close I could feel his breath fanning across my face.

He moved in a little more and just as our lips brushed, someone burst through the door.

Me and Dylan scrambled away from each other.

"Alexa!!" My favorite cousin shouted.

I can see Dylan tense up out of the corner of my eye. Wierd...

"Hey, Matty!" I shout, using his nickname only I use.

"Was it your dad?" He asked worried.

I nod and he breaths a shaky sigh. There was a lone moment of awkward silence.

As if just realising someone else was in the room, he asks "Who's this?" Pointing a thumb towards Dyaln, with his eyebrows raised.

"Dylan." He says politely, shaking Matt's hand. "I'm a friend of Alexa's." He adds.

"Hey, I'm Matt, her cousin." Matt says with a smile.

I can visibly see Dylan relax and Matt's smile grows bigger, looking between the two of us not so subtly.

I shoot him a warning look and say "Umm, do... do you know how much he did?"

He shook his head, looking worried.

"Well," I start, "He obviously bruised my up, he broke three of my ribs, two on the left and one on the right. He broke my right arm, so I won't be able to do basic things like write for a while. He also cracked my skull a little and I ended up needing five staples. And he kicked my gut so hard, that I needed my... stomach... replaced."

Matt looked furious!

"I'm going to kill that man!" He growled.

Dylan piped up, "You won't really be able to, he's in jail right now.

That's when I realised I don't even know how long I've been in here!

"H-how long have I been here?" I stammer out.

Both Dylan and Matt look at me, then each other, then at me again.

"Tell me!" I shout, annoyed at their silence.

"A year." A new voice quietly says.

We all look at the door.

Oh... it was just a nurse, come to check on me.

I swear, that sounded exactly like my mom...