Guarded Love©

Stitches -- Chapter 3

That Monday went by slowly, and by the end of the day, I felt like dying. I was pissed at myself, because I had let myself get my hopes up with Jessie. Dammit Taylor Rose.

The final bell rang, signalling the end of the day and I literally jumped out of my seat, bolting for the classroom door. I made a beeline straight for the school's front entrance. But unfortunately for me, there was a school trip that day, and people were arriving back to school just as the day was ending. I found myself caught in the middle of a large portion of Grade nines and tens.

It took five seconds for my claustrophobia to kick in. I started hyperventilating, searching for a way out of the crowd, finding none.

I felt myself start to fail at breathing, and I felt dizzy. Great, I'm about to pass out.

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Have I ever told you that the beeping in the hospital are the most annoying sounds ever? No? Well I just did! I mean, they are even more annoying than my alarm clock.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

I blink my eyes open, to see my mom sitting beside my hospital bed. "Hey, Mom." I murmured, stretching.

My mom looks up, and smiles. "Hey, Taylor Rose, was it your claustrophobia again?" she guessed.

I nodded, looking around. "How did I get here?" I asked, sitting up.

Mom stood up and pressed the button to get a doctor in here. "Someone saw you laying on the ground passed out, and he stayed with you till the ambulance got here. I think he said his name was Jessie?"

I froze when I heard Jessie's name. "Oh." I mutter.

"Who's Jessie?" Mom asked. "Did you finally let someone in?"

I shook my head, brushing my fingers through my long blonde hair. "No, he's just some new kid at school. He's in my math class."

My mom nodded, almost disappointed. I remember how worried my mom was when I stopped having Jo and Catherine over, or anyone for that matter. I had even stopped going to church on Sundays with my mom and brother. That's what has my mom the most worried. She got so worried that she had sent me to a therapist, to try and get me to talk about what had happened with Jo, and maybe have the therapist convince me that pushing everyone out wasn't the answer.

I always attending the therapist, but everything she said went in one ear, and out the other. Nothing she could have said would have changed my mind at the time. I was determined to not be hurt again, and that had seemed like the only way at the time.

I sighed as the Doctor came in to ask me the routine questions, like, "how are you feeling?", "what caused this?", "are you on any medications for your claustrophobia?", etc.

Finally, finally I was out of the hospital, and on my way home with my mom. I sat in the front seat, and turned the music of the radio on, and Stitches by Shawn Mendes was playing on the radio. I quietly sang along to the song, that I knew off by heart.

I thought that I'd been hurt before,

But no one's ever left me quite this sore,

Your words cut deeper than a knife,

Now I need someone to bring me back to life.

Got a feeling that I'm going under,

But I know that I'll make it out alive,

If I quit calling you my lover,

And move on,

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe,

Shakin',

Falling onto my knees,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

Tripping over myself,

Achin',

Begging you to come out,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

Just like a moth drawn to a flame,

Oh you lured me in,

I couldn't sense the pain,

Your bitter heart cold to the touch,

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow,

I'm left seeing red on my own,

Got a feeling that I'm going under,

But I know that I'll make it out alive,

If I quit calling you my lover,

And move on,

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe,

Shakin',

Falling onto my knees,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

Tripping over myself,

Achin',

Begging you to come out,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

Needle and the thread,

Gotta get you out of my head,

Needle and the thread,

Gonna wind up dead,

Needle and the thread,

Gotta get you out of my head,

Needle and the thread,

Gonna wind up dead,

Needle and the thread,

Gotta get you out of my head,

Needle and the thread,

Gonna wind up dead,

Needle and the thread,

Gotta get you out of my head,

Get you out of my head,

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe,

Shakin',

Falling onto my knees,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

Tripping over myself,

Achin',

Begging you to come out,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches,

And now that I'm without your kisses,

I'll be needing stitches.

My mom looked at me when the song finished. "You have a very beautiful voice," she whispered to me, before looking at the road. "You should try out for the school's musical."

I shook my head. "No thanks." I said back, just as quietly.

My mom sighed again before continuing to drive.