Scars and Love

Part 4

Scars & Love - Part 4

Emily's POV

As we walk down the hospital everyone stares at my bloody thigh and gasp. A nurse who looks like she's going home is turning to me and gasp. "Hey, let me help you" She says and walk fast towards me. "What happened?" She asks Zayn. Zayn hesitates for a moment and look at me. Zayn just lift his shoulders... Thank god.

The nurse walks me and Zayn into an elevator and we walk into a room in the end of a long hall. "Just wait in here" She says and close the door. "Zayn. You're such a dick!" I yell at him and punch his chest. "Why?" He asks calmly. "Because you're making such a big scene out of this!" I yell and point at my open wound. "So i should just let you die?" Zayn asks angrily. "Yes!" I yell angrily at him as tears stream down my face. "Why?" He yells back at me. "I've got absolutely no reason to live!" I yell. "Em, You've got every reason to live. Do it for your aunt, you're brother... Do it for me" He says calmly and put his forehead against mine.

That's when i break down completely... That feeling Zayn just gave me... I've never felt before. I cry and cry into Zayn's chest. It feels so good to finally get it out, tears in stead of blood. "It's going to be ok... I promise you" Zayn says and kiss my forehead. I just nod into his shoulder and keep crying. My blood gets on his jeans, but he doesn't bother.

The nurse walks in. This time she's in a white uniform. "Please, sit down" She says and point at the hospital bed in the corner. I do as she says and Zayn stands beside me while he's holding my hand. The nurse sits in front of me on a chair and look at my wound. "Ok, so i need to know. How did this happen?" She asks as she looks scared at me and Zayn. "Do you want to tell her, Em" Zayn asks me. I shake my head, unable to speak. "Please tell" The nurse begs. I can't breathe, talk or feel... I'm just breaking down.

"You tell" I finally manage to say at Zayn. Zayn takes a deep breathe and nod. "She self-harms" Zayn informs the nurse. The nurse looks shocked. "I've seen self-harm,but never like this" She says and put gloves on. "Where's your trousers?" She asks suspiciously. "I rushed her to the hospital" Zayn says. "Did he hurt you?" The nurse asks me. "No" I mumble and look at Zayn who is shaking his head like crazy. The nurse nods carefully. "We need to stitch this up" The nurse says and walk out of the room.

I look at Zayn, shaking and crying. "Hey" He says and sit down beside me. "How did you cut this deep?" He asks. "I just cut until i don't feel sad anymore" I say as i look into his beautiful brown eyes. "That's crazy... Please stop?" He asks and kiss my cheek. "You know that would be like asking a drug addict to stop doing drugs in a room full of drugs?" I try to explain to him. He gives me a confused look. "What do you mean?" He asks. "I can't stop... I will find something to cut with everywhere. I can even break a bobby pin in two and use that or throw something made out of glass on the floor and use the pieces to cut with. Believe me, when you're a cutter you'll do anything to find something to cut with" I explain again. "Why don't you call me when you're sad... just don't cut" He suggest. I roll my eyes at him...

"When i want to feel pain i don't call a friend... I hurt myself." I say and grab his hand. "This is advanced" Zayn says and sigh while his grip on my hand gets tighter. "Don't ever make jokes about cutting by the way... It is so hurtful. When people laugh at it, you actually feel like your heart is falling out you're throat" I tell him. "Ok" He says and leans in for a kiss, but then the door opens to interrupt it. It was the nurse.

"Sorry for interrupting, but i really have to stitch you up before you loose too much blood" The nurse says as she comes in with some equipment. "Can i ask what your name is?" I ask her. "My name is Johanna" She says and give me her hand. I shake it and smile. "I'm Emily. And that's Zayn" "Oh nice to meet you" She says and shake Zayn's hand.

She stitches me up... 8 stitches to be exact. Zayn holds my hand all the time. He's not looking though...

"Thats it. Now i have to send you to a psychologist so you can talk about your mental issues." The nurse says. "No. please?" I beg. "I have to do it" "Please... I-" I start, but Zayn cuts me off. "I can help her" He says. The nurse looks skeptical at him and then at me. "Do you promise?" She asks Zayn. "I'll watch her" He says and wrap an arm around me. "Ok... You and your boyfriend can go. Just be fast... You still don't have any pants" The nurse says. "Oh... He's just my friend" I say and smile. "Oh sorry, ok" She says and open the door for us. Me and Zayn walk out of there... I'm limping a bit, but it's ok.

*Home at Emily's*

I open the door and beg that my aunt isn't there while i pull Zayn inside. "Hello?!" I yell, but no one responds. I see a note in the kitchen and walk in there to read it.

"I'm not going to come home tonight. I have some things to take care of... No boys. Your brother is home. xx" It says

Zayn closes the door. "You should put some pants on" He says behind me. "I will" I say and throw the note away. "Let's go upstairs" I grab Zayn's hand and we walk upstairs to my room. I put on the sweatpants Zayn threw at me earlier, then i take my grey hoodie off. I can feel Zayn's eyes staring at me from behind. "You should get some rest" Zayn says and lie down at my bed. I giggle and lie down beside him in my bra and sweatpants.

"Cuddle with me?" I ask. Zayn smiles at me and stretch out his arm for me to lie on it. Then he wraps his other arm around me. "Zayn?" "Yes" "We should take things slow... I want to know what this is between us" I say and get nervous as the words escape my mouth. "Of course" He says and kiss my head.

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