On the drive home, Paul wouldn't stop asking questions. I was half unconscious and didn't quite understand what he was asking. Every time I closed my eyes, Danny would always yell at me to not fall asleep just in case I have a concussion.
"Where are we going?" I asked, still half unconscious.
"Your house." Danny said quietly.
"No!" I screeched, gaining full consciousness.
Danny stopped the car abruptly and turned around to face me. Paul looked between Danny and me and then asked, "Why not? What's wrong?"
I looked at Danny and he looked at me. "What? Nothing." I said quickly.
"I think we should take her to the hospital." Paul whispered to Danny.
"No! I'm not going to the hospital! I'm fine! Just a few scrapes and bruises that's all." I yelled back.
They both turned to look at me. By reading their faces I could tell they were extremely confused. Should I tell them about what happens in hospitals? Should I tell Paul my secret? Should I fully place my trust in these two boys? I trust them anyway but they don't know what I did. The don't know what I do. And if I go to the hospital, they'll know. They'll see. They can't. No one can.
"Jack?" Paul said, waving his hand in front of my face.
I shook my head out of my thoughts and looked at him.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked.
"Yeah. Fine." I said quietly.
I looked down at my hands and out of the corner of my eye I saw Paul nod to Danny. I looked up and Paul was looking ahead and nodding to the song on the radio. Danny was looking ahead at the road. I looked back down at my hands. I noticed the fresh scrapes and cuts in them. The more I looked, the more it hurt. I closed my hands into a fist and looked out the window. I closed my eyes to relax after what just happened. Soon enough, when I opened my eyes, Danny was there. He was carrying me bridal style. I looked up to see a hospital sign and my heart immediately dropped. My eyes widened. I started to wiggle out of his grip.
"No! No! No!" I started to scream.
"No! You can't bring me in here! Please! Don't!" I continued to scream.
Nurses came to his rescue and grabbed me. Hot tears were falling from my face. The nurses pulled me away with such force that I couldn't get out of. I looked at Danny and Paul. Their faces were white. I had to say it. I had to.
"Danny! You brought me to her! You brought me to her!" I screamed at him.
The nurses brought me to a bed and that's the last thing I remembered. I woke up to see a bright white light. I thought I was dead. I wanted to be dead. But then I heard him. Paul's voice. I felt him. I felt Paul's hand on mine. I then saw him. I saw Paul's face hovering over mine.
"Paul." I croaked out.
He adjusted his seating and whispered a yes to me.
"Why? Why do you care?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he answered back.
"I mean, we only just met today. Yet here we are. In a hospital. Tears clouding our vision. Why?" I said in a whisper.
He didn't answer. He just looked around. He stood up and dropped my hand.
"Because I know you need to be cared about. I know you need us. I know you need to feel loved. I know you have secrets that haunt you in your sleep. I don't know how I know but I do." he said back.
"Where's Danny?" I said after a long silence.
Paul spun his head around and looked me dead in the eye. Something in him broke a little.
"He's crying in the lobby." he said softly.
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HI!!! So sorry for the no updates! But guess what?? I'm 14 now!! Yay! 4 more years until I'm out! 2 more years until my license! Ahhh! I have to say, this year definitely redeemed itself from last year. Last year sucked. Let's just say, someone did something that wasn't too sweet and I just got worse from there. That's all I can really say. So yeah! Okay, well I'm gonna try to update more but I have to put a warning at the beginning of the book and change the summary so watch out for that.
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Wet Paint↠Danny Edge
FanfictionMaybe life was a little like wet paint. You could just sit there and watch it dry, or you can take it and make something better out of it. Change all of it until what you originally made is something totally knew.