"Is she okay? Is she going to make it?" I heard Chelsea ask the doctor.
"She had four broken ribs, a dislocated jaw, internal bruising, she's lots a lot of blood, and many head wounds. She's a fighter. We will keep her over night for observation but we are pretty positive that she will be okay. We just have to wait for her to regain conciousness," the doctor replied softly, as i kept on hearing Chelsea cry.
I felt her over my bed. "You have to be okay. You just have to." She whispers before kissing my forehead. I want so bad to open my eyes and tell her that everthing is going to be okay but my eyelids feel a hundred pounds heavy. I try so hard to pry them open, and thankfully they come out as slits.
"Chels," I whisper, finally being able to talk. They must have fixed my jaw. Thank the Lord for doctors.
"Sarah! Oh, my God i thought i was going to lose you forever! Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm going to be fine. I'm just tired. Is anybody else here?" i whisper. I was too tired to talk any louder. I felt as if i talked to much it would take all of breath away.
"Yea. Markis, Taylor, and Erin."
"Nobody else?"
"No. Did you want Jacob to be here?" She still thinks that i am in love with him.
"No. Um, could you call someone to come here for me?"
"Who? Your mom?"
"NO! No, she's out of town. Um, could you call Eddie for me?"
"Sure." She said smiling, not asking any questions. I can only imagine whats going through her blonde head right now. I smile back at her as she starts talking into the cell phone.
I take this time to get some sleep. I don't think i have ever felt this tired in my entire life. I enjoy the dreamless sleep but sadly, it feels as if it only lasts for a few seconds before i feel a warm hand over my cheek.
"God, Sarah. Your killing me." I heard him say softly through tears. He was crying. I made him cry. I slowly opened my eyes to see a crying Eddie, about to go in for a kiss on my forehead when he met my eyes. I slowly smile, him still in shock.
"Hi," I whispered softly, his lips now so close to mine. He puts more distance between us. His tears are coming back and he runs a hand through his dark hair. I wanted to comfort him and tell him that everything was okay. That the doctor said i was going to be fine and that i wasn't going to leave him. Not just yet.
"Sarah, I'm so sorry," Now he didn't say this out of pity for me. The look in his eyes said it all. He thought this was all his fault. He thinks he hurt me.
"Why are you appologizing?"
"Because it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you leave. Not after what happened at the party and you were still sick from the alcohol! How could I have been so stupid as to let you leave like that?!!" He starts yelling at himself. His tone was scary and he starts hitting himself hard on the head. He was beating himself. I looked at him in utter horror.
"Eddie!! Stop it!" I yelled, making my throat burn. He dropped his and looked at me. His eyes had so much guilt and pain it was killing me.
"Come here," I commanded softly as he slowly walks over and i take his hand, kissing this palm.
"This wasn't your fault. You here me? None of this was your fault. It was mine. I'm the one to blame for my injuries not you. Okay?" I told him softly, but firmly looking at him straight in the eyes. He doesn't say anything, but instead just bows him head in his hands. But its as if he didn't hear me straight and finally whips his head back up to look at me in concern.
"How is this your fault, Sarah?" He asks with total confusion.
"I'm the one who got drunk. I'm the one who left school and didn't think and just walked into a toal strangers house. Thank God it was yours. I'm the one who took the drink from blondey and got myself raped. I'm the one who didn't let you help me and left, then got beaten into a hospital. All you did was try to help me and i pushed you away. I purposley tried to hurt you and push you away just so i wouldn't get hurt. I was selfish and stupid and i don't deserve any love you give me." I said all of this through a million tears. I couldn't hold it in anymore. There was no way i could walk back into that hell of a home after she beat me almost to death. If i walk back into that home again. i'm asking for her to kill me. I need help, as much as i didn't want to admit it, i need Eddie. I needed him Now.
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Need You Now (Watty Awards 2014)
Подростковая литератураSarah Thompson seems to have it all. The best friend who is majorly popular, the cute boys eyeing her every move and her grades skyrocketing. If only they new that home was a horror movie. When you have an abusive mother, life is a living hell. Thin...