Abducted.

Deceit

The next morning I went straight to the hospital. Not caring about how early it was. Harry was in the operating room and I paced around the waiting room like a brother waiting for his sister to finish her birth safely.
This is how they felt. Anxious because they were worried sick something would go wrong. Exited because this was a start of a new life. Angry because you wanted to be the one feeling the pain and discomfort not the person you loved. I made the cross symbol and prayed to a God I hoped was up in the sky to keep Harry safe to bring him back to me so I could love him fully.
I heard a doctor behind me. He looked tired and worned out but had a huge smile on his face.
"Well Ms. Lopez this really was a miracle I'm happy to be in. They found a blood donor just in time and the surgery was successful.
 

                   AUTHORS NOTE
I should add this is all a figment of my imagination and all hospital stuff was to dramatize it a little more. I do not know if this will happen if you cut your wrist. You shouldn't cut your wrist to begin with because each and Every one of you are and always will be beautiful and magnificent creatures. And remember that. :) also I'm always here to talk
         DONE.
And I'm proud to say that he should recover successfully."
I ran to the doctor and hugged him. The Joy in me was so immense  I could barely contain it. I felt tears prick my eyes. Tears of joy.
The doctor chuckled and pulled away.
"If you wanna see him he's in room 369B but he's probably asleep as his body tries to heal itself."
" Thank you doctor."
He nodded and turned and walked away. I went to Harry's room and opened the door quietly. Afraid that the universe was going to flip flop and he'd be dead.
I peeked behind the door and saw Harry under the covers. He was less pale and his breathing was even. I sat down on the chair and looked at him.
He looked serene for someone who's been in and out of sleep for a couple of days.
I sat there the hours zoned on and the TV hummed and buzzed. I closed my eyes and fell asleep letting the beauty of forgetfulness take over....
"Mar..."
I bolted up and looked at Harry.
"Harry."
"Where am I?"
"The Hospital."
He looked at the window and his arm. He saw the scar on his arm and I saw tears build up in his eyes.
" I'm sorry."
"Harry just rest."
He didn't reply because he went back to sleep.
The days past and soon Harry got better. 2 weeks later he was discharged with an after appointment with a therapist.
He was placed on Suicide watch and he was to go to all his appointments or else he'd be in a psychiatric unit for a couple months.
We got his medicine which was mostly vitamins and proteins.
When we got to the house the house was empty. Gem was in jail. She'd be gone for awhile. After she admitted everything she'd done to the local police and ratting on the other gang in Cambridge. The gangs were disbanded and people like Calum were free again. Cambridge was in a better place. Drugs weren't being distributed so druggies who haven't hadn't there fix gave themselves up to rehabilitation centers.
The world wasn't entirely better. There were still bad people still doing bad things and the Southside still went wild.
Gem would be released when she was 45 years old. A good 20 years. She took the blame for both her brother and her. She made that sacrifice to remove and disband the gang they were in. As she said she finally repaid the debt for Harry's years of beating. She felt relieved knowing that he could live a normal life. A life he never had.
My heart was heavy. Gem was a good person who was shoved down the wrong road.
I hate this ending.
Harry laid in bed and he saw the note Gem left for him. I left him alone as I heard his cries from behind the closed doors. He preferred to be alone. To sort out his thoughts and emotions. I went downstairs and sat on the stained green couch. This house held so many negative emotions. I heard crash and stood up and ran to the crashing noise. There I saw a fired up stick. The fire was spreading fast throughout the house. I heard another crash from the back of the house. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. While running upstairs to Harry. I opened the door and Harry was asleep not knowing of the chaos downstairs.
"HARRY WAKE UP."
I said shaking him. He opened one dreary eye and when he saw the shock in my eyes he bolted awake.
"What's wrong?"
"Come on."
I dragged him Downstairs which was fully engulfed in flames.
"It's the South Side Gang. Fucking pussies fighting when they know we're defenseless...." he chuckled at himself and I looked at him as if he were demented. Why was he laughing in a situation like this?
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Sorry. Sorry. This act just proved we were the stronger gang and damn it's sorta funny. Follow me."
He grabbed my hand and Brung Me down to the basement. The ceiling started to collapse and Harry closed the door.
"HARRY oh my fucking duck."
"CALM DOWN. LETS JUST HOPE THE POLICE DIDNT FIND EVERYTHING."
I pulled away and ran up the stairs to the door.
"WOULDNT TOUCH THAT DOOR KNOB IF I WERE YOU. THERES A FIRE RIGHT BEHIND THAT DOOR AND IT PROBABLY WILL BURN YOUR HAND IF YOU TRY TO TOUCH IT."
he turned around and moved things out of the way and a door appeared out of nowhere. .
"COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. I ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT."
I ran back down. Knowing I was gonna die any which way. The door he opened led into a musty damp pitch blackness.
"You first my lady"
And I took the first step as the basement ceiling caved in.