Copyright (twenty one pilots)

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"Ouch," I hissed, a sharp pain shooting through my nose at the contact.

Chelsea had taken all of her belongings and left, probably to stay with her friend Macy. None of us liked Macy, so it suited her well that she'd be staying with her from now on.

"Sorry, Ser. I just have to get all the dried blood off. It's still bleeding," Aria said sympathetically, the other girls standing around her.

"Wow, I can't believe that happened," Lauren stated, her hand resting on the counter next to the sink.

I was amazed at how 5 of us could fit in this bathroom; it wasn't that big.

"Same," I stated sarcastically, grimacing as Aria continued to wipe the dry blood off my face.

It was everywhere, and it was disgusting.

"Oh, damn," Stormi said, looking at my face.

"What?" I asked, my eyes flitting over to her furrowed eyebrows.

"She got you good," she pointed to my cheek, and I turned my head slightly, giving myself a clear view of the mirror.

Amidst all the blood from my nose, a giant scratch stretched across my face. It started at my cheekbone, ending at my collarbone.

It was a very long scratch.

"She really needs to cut her nails," Pilot declared, and we all nodded in agreement.

"That's probably why there's so much blood. The scratch is bleeding too," Lauren theorized, another hiss of pain escaping my lips.

Aria was now disinfecting the giant scratch with alcohol, and it stung like a bitch.

"Isn't it weird how she's in love with Tyler?" Stormi asked, looking deep in thought.

A pang of hurt struck me, but I swallowed it down quickly before anyone noticed. I left him, not the other way around.

"Yeah...it is kind of weird..." I trailed off, tilting my head to the side as Aria finished patching me up.

"I still think you should talk to him," Lauren ran a hand through her brown hair, taking a seat on the side of the bathtub.

"Yeah, what if Chelsea texts him and says something and he never wants to talk to us again?" Pilot's voice was weak, and I instantly felt horrible.

Tyler and Josh were their friends too, and I'd unwillingly taken that away from them.

"Okay, I'll call him," I decided, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

I dialed his number, my hands shaking slightly. My heart was racing, and I felt light-headed.

For some unknown reason, this was when I broke down.

Tears fell quickly, the salt burning my wounds as the phone slipped out of my hand.

"I can't," I sobbed, bringing my knees to my chest and ripping my hands through my hair roughly.

Pilot immediately rushed to my side, pulling me into a hug.

"Yes you can," Aria whispered, taking the phone from the ground and clicking the screen, probably calling him for me.

I couldn't begin to fathom why I was so incredibly weak.

"Hey, Josh?" Aria whispered softly, confusion lacing her tone as she pressed the phone to her ear.

"Aria?!" I heard Josh on the other line, his voice sounding surprised and also relieved.