The Girl with Scarlet Wrists [Rewriting]

The Girl with Scarlet Wrists Chapter 22

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Chapter 22:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What the hell is that obnoxious sound?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 Alright some one shut the freaking watch off, before I throw it out the window.

I rubbed my eyes, blinking them open. Its so bright in here.

I looked around and Lola came rushing to my side.

"Oh my gosh Layla! Thank goodness your okay!" She squeaked.

"I don't think "Okay" is the right word, more like alive." I rasped.

"Yeah. Will's taking it really hard. He thinks it his fault."

I sighed. "Why would he think that? I've had this er.. condition for a while. It only takes a memory to trigger the addiction." Now I sounded like Jane.

There was voices in the hall way. "Does Elizabeth know?" I asked worried.

"No we took you to a little clinic my sister works at, she promised to keep it a secret. Someone is here though." She picked at her fingernails nervously.

"Who's he-"

"Layla." Chase entered the room, wearing dark jeans and a leather jacket.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My fingers gripped the sheets.

"I'll leave you too alone."

I scowled as Lola left through the glass shaded doors.

"I came because I heard you were hear."

I sat down by my bed.

"Who told you?" I spat the question at him as the bile rose in my throat.

"I called and they said that you were here." He swallowed visibly.

I looked away from the piercing green eyes. "What'd you call for?"

"I got a letter from Amanda the other day."

I scoffed loudly.

"What your little f*ck buddy didn't get enough yet."