trøuble. (s.w.)

seventeen.

"nate im so sorry. i didn't know. i thought we were okay. im so so so sorry. i feel so stupid im so fucking sorry. please forgive me?" at this point, i had already collapsed to the ground and was sobbing and hitting myself.

"charlotte, charlotte, come on, babe. stop doing that, youre gonna get hurt." "i cant, i cant fucking stop. im such a fuckup." "charlotte, fucking stop. please fucking stop. youre bleeding." "im so sorry, im so sorry, im so sorry." that's the last thing i remember before everything went black.

nates pov:

"charlotte." i get up from my bed to assist her on the ground "charlotte!" i was now shaking her but she wouldn't budge. i called for a nurse and they immediately assisted her. what have i done, what has she done.

sammys pov:

i wake up to a text message from nate and a smile rises on my face at the thought that hes okay now.

from nate:

dude, charlotte came to the hospital last night at like 1 a.m. and we talked for a little and things started getting really emotional and truthful and she started blaming herself and she was sobbing and hitting herself. she ended up blacking out and now shes at the hospital as a patient. shes in the room next to mine if you all want to visit her.

the smile quickly fell and i began to cry. she was probably so upset and lost and i couldn't even be there to help her. i got up and got ready so i can go visit her. after getting dressed and doing my daily hygiene routines, i grabbed my keys and decided to go pick some flowers up for charlotte and some candy for nate because god knows everyone would make fun of me for getting him flowers.

*skipping to hospital:)))*

"sam! hi, i missed you! i would get up but, i don't think i can." she sounds so cute, i probably look so dumb with this massive, ear-to-ear smile. "charlotte, i missed you too. these are for you, where should i put them?" i ask, referring to the flowers. "oh my god, how did you know that i love roses? i love the colors. can i have them? i want to smell them." i hand her the flowers and she inhales each ones aroma. "yeah, i got you all different colors, pink is for gratitude and appreciation, yellow is for good health and friendship, orange is for enthusiasm and passion, white is for spirituality and new starts, and red is for love." i must say, i would make a great florist. "oh, sam, theyre beautiful, thank you. come here so i can hug you." i stand up and engulf her in a big hug.

we ended up talking for hours about basically everything. just when i was about to head home she says "sam, i need to tell you something." my insides explode, maybe shes gonna return the feelings i feel for her. "yes, charlotte?" "well, last night when i came here, i walked around the hospital and saw james because his sister got into a car accident. we ended up talking and i took him back." every little bubble of happiness inside of me deflated and died. "oh, well, that's good. are you sure its right to be in a relationship?" of course, i need to act happy for her. "i don't know, are you okay?" she asks. without even thinking i pop off on her.

"no, charlotte, im not fucking okay. i fucking love you. do you not fucking get it? i never feel this way, the only girl i get flowers for is my mom, every girl but you has been practically repulsive, my blood boils when i see james, i just want you. i want to be with you, i want you. i know, i know, i fucking know for a fact that james wont treat you right. he will hurt you again, guaranteed. all i have to say is, i love to fucking death and youre totally oblivious to it but don't come running to me when he hurts you again because im not going to pick up the broken pieces and put them back together like a fucking puzzle. come back when you realize who you want, charlotte, because im tired of wasting my time." with that, i leave, part of me regretting it, a part of me feeling proud of myself.

//authors note.// hi hi ohhhhh sammy is getting v sassy oh god. please comment about how you like the story and want to see in upcoming chapters, love you!