Let Love Bleed Red [Kellic & Cashby]

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I flutter my eyes a few times before realising where I am, the hospital. Did Frank and Gerard really beat me that bad? Is that what Alan was doing on his phone? How long have I been here? Questions begin to flood my mind.

"He's awake!" I hear a familiar voice call.

"What's going on?" I ask, "how long have I been out?"

My mum grabs my hand. "Just a few hours. Some kids came and beat you up. Do you, by any chance, know who they were?"

I shake my head. "No, must just be some weird gang or something."

I don't like lying, but I also don't like hurting people, and sometimes, unfortunately, that means you have to lie.

"Can I just be alone for a few minutes?" I ask. My mum just nods and leaves the room. I wasn't there, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. And if I never suggested we go there Frank and Gerard wouldn't have found us.

The thoughts I often have of suicide come racing back to my mind. They always do, taking my mind from zero to one hundred within seconds.

Maybe if I took my life right now, it would all be over. I wouldn't be the cause of, yet another persons pain. Right? I ask myself. What if one person out there cared about be and would be sa- yeah, because that would happen.

I stumble around looking for my blade, but, I'm in the hospital, not home.

I hear a knock on the door. "Occupied," I say wanting nothing more then to be left alone.

The door slowly creeps open, not even giving me a chance to return to my thoughts.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Alan says, Matty trailing right behind him.

Alan looks completely unharmed, maybe I was just being a little psychotic with my earlier thoughts.

"Hey," I pause, unsure if I should even speak. "What even happened with Gerard and Frank? I blacked out before most of this happened," I gesture to my body.

Matty takes a seat and Alan starts explaining to me what happened.

Apparently they continued to hurt me, Alan trying to take them off, then when the sirens can near, they ran away.

"Are you going to press charges against them?" Alan asked.

I just shook my head.

"Why not? You didn't even tell me who they were, but you seemed to know them." Alan said with a harsh tone.

"I-i..." I start to bit my lip- something I do when I'm nervous. "They're fr-from my old s-school." Hot tears start slowly pooling out of my eyes, making their way down my cheeks. Thinking of what they did to me always makes me cry. Pathetic, I know. "The sh-shit they've done... It's like th-they're a fucking g-gun. An-"

Matty intersects, "okay you should stop now, dude." He turns to Alan who has an unreasonable expression on his face.

"I think you should press charges," he says barely above a whisper then leaves the room.

Should I press charges? I continue to contemplate his words before coming to my verdict, no. Do I really want to be that coward who sent his bullies to prison? No. Therefore, Gerard and Frank will be free, not in jail.

-×-

Its now been a few days after that encounter and I'm going to school for the second time, yay.

To be honest, I'm not excited. This was supposed to be my fifth day of school but since the incident happened, I missed three days.