"Is it true." He says flatly, his personality gone from his voice.
"Yes."I barley get out, the fear in me very evident.
He just laughs in disgust and shakes his head.
"You know, I thought you were bullshitting me Ricky, I didn't fully believe you. I had hope that you weren't telling me lies and that she wasn't a whore." Chris says causing Ricky to speak up.
"She's not a whore dude, what the fuck." Ricky says, anger rising in him.
"Why the fuck did you tell him?" I somehow manage to say kind of pissed that Ricky told him.
"I didn't mean too!" Ricky exclaims making me realize that Chris is good at digging out everything.
"Why the fuck does it matter, not like you were going to tell me at least someone fucking did." Chris spits at me.
"I was coming to tell you Chris. Calm the fuck down."I reply causing him to get angrier if that's possible.
"Why did I ever trust you. You're just a pathetic whore that only want's to get with band members because your a starving artist that can't paint for shit." He spits causing me to just break instantly. Not only did he call me a pathetic, not only did he call me a whore, not only did he say I sleep with band members to get famous, but he called my art shit.
"You know what Chris, you're a terrible person." I say shaking my head and turning around.
"That's right run away like you always fucking do miss "I can't handle conflict because I have anxiety."" He spits causing me to cry harder and trip on one of the stairs hitting my head against the door.
"Are you okay?" Ricky almost squeals. I just stand up not caring that I have a giant pain in my head.
I push out the door and start to walk feeling like literal fucking death.
"You're an asshole!" I hear Ricky yell at Chris as I walk around the bus to the side the door is not and slide down, my head raging with pain.
I hear the bus door slam and then hear a giant crash from inside the bus causing me to cry harder almost like I'm crying blood as a red color drips off my face.
"Fuck!" I hear a loud scream from the bus causing the tears to fall even harder.
I push myself up not wanting to hear anything else going on inside the bus. I somehow make my way to the bathrooms at the venue. I step inside the one person toilet room and go over towards the mirror. I look at myself in the mirror too see half of my face covered in scarlet as a dark cut pushes the liquid out. I sigh and grab some paper towels from the rack, sobering up a bit from the hysterics. I press the paper towel to the cut on my head from the door I'm guessing.
I sit there for a good twenty minutes holding multiple towels up to my head but they all just get filled with the scarlet juice. I don't know if it's going to stop, and I honestly feel dizzy. Maybe I should go find Devin or Josh.
I start my walk out the door and feel a sick turn in my stomach, not knowing if I'm safe enough to walk. I sit down against the wall and pull my phone out.
Me: come 2 bathroom area plz. hit head, bleeding bad
I somehow manage to type that and send it to Devin since he was at the top of the messages bar.
I sit there in the beating sun, the dried blood on my hands making me feel disgusted and dirty. I can feel the blood still sliding out, almost like it never even stops. I can feel myself going in and out of being awake but am able to make out some people walking this way, but that's about it.
***
A loud thump wakes me up from a deep slumber. I don't open my eyes, trying to fall back asleep but hear another one of the thumps. I open my eyes to see a white room with four black figures, contrasting greatly against the walls. MY vision is blurry as I blink open my eyes a soft beeping in the background.
"I think she's waking up." Someone says causing me to be confused.
"What." I croak out my throat feeling drier than the sahara desert.
"No shit, sherlock." Someone replies with.
Once my vision clears up a bit I realize that there's four figures, the figures being Josh, Angelo, Ricky, and Devin. I look around me a bit kind of freaking out now. The four have worried looks on their faces as I look around, the panic evident. That soft beeping is now going crazy, I realize it's a heart monitor and that I'm in the hospital.
"What happened?" I can barley say with the dryness of my throat, but my confused self is desperate to find out why I'm here.
"Do you not remember?" Devin asks, the four boys walking over to the bed now.
"No." I say, my head foggy, probably from a sedative.
"You hit your head tripping on the stairs on the bus. It like hit a vein or something to where like it wouldn't clot or something." Ricky says nervously.
"Wait, I remember hitting my head." I say as Devin hands me a cup of water, my body glady accepting it from him.
I put the cup up to my lips and swallow the cold liquid. It cools my body down and frees my throat from the cracking.
"What else do you remember?" Angelo asks.
"I remember walking to the bathrooms trying to get the blood to stop and it wouldn't and I didn't feel up to walking to look for you guys so I texted Devin." I say the memories of it coming back swiftly and HD like.
"So pretty much you remember everything?" Josh now asks.
"I don't remember coming here, or anything but yeah I remember hitting my head and why I hit my head, and everything that happened before I hit my head." I trail off, sadness rushing through me. I feel my body go numb though as I think about it, probably too high on pain meds to notice anything.
"Well they put like 5 stitches in." Josh says.
I lift my hand up to feel my head and feel my heart drop as the bandage is on my forehead, I'm going to have a scar on my forehead from this. This somehow ends up making me cry, I'm going to be hideous.
"Why are you crying?" They all ask simultaneously as the tears just make their way down my cheeks.
"I'm going to have a scar on my head, Im going to be so ugly." I say just imaging how I'm going to look. I already hate my appearance, of course another thing to add too it.
"You won't even be able to notice it once it's healed, you wont be ugly, you could never be ugly." Devin says causing me to cry harder.
"Fuck." I groan out wiping my face from the shitty tears.
