Afraid To Fall

Chapter Sixteen

I am so sorry chapter fifteen was so short! I didn't even realize it. The thing said it was two pages so I uploaded.. If I would've known, I would've added on to it.. :( Sorry, lovelies. x( .xx

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I walked closer and closer to the bright lights, squinting my eyes as a figure came into sight. It was Memaw! I ran towards her. Her face was sad, but happy. A mix of the two. "Memaw!" I screamed, jumping into her arms. She held me tightly as she sobbed quietly. "Elizabeth, you shouldn't be here yet," she told me, taking my face in her delicate hands. "Wha-what are you talking about? Of course I should be here!" 

She shook her head, the sadness filling her eyes. "You're too young, my dear. You need to fight. You need to go back." "But, Memaw," I began. She dropped her hands into mine and sighed. "He hurt me.. They all hurt me," I whispered quietly. "You will find someone, Elizabeth. Please fight for me.." I looked up at the elderly woman in front of me. 

Her eyes were pleading as her hands shook. "I want to be here with you.. With Matthew," I told her. "There's the stubborn Elizabeth I know," she said softly, smiling. "But you have to be there for your friend, Nathan, remember? You promised him." I sighed and nodded my head. "I'll fight for you and Nathan, but that's it.." 

The real world flashed before my eyes as the image of Memaw slowly dissolved. "Memaw!" I screamed desperately. She smiled at me and then faded away. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest. I winced and a bright light shone into my eyes as they fluttered open. 

"Wh-where am I?" I asked the man standing above me. "She's awake!" he called out. A sharp sting went into my arm as the put several needles inside of it. I was drenched in blood.. From head to toe. I glanced around me and noticed where I was. I'm in an ambulance. 

"Put the mask back on here!" a middle aged woman shouted as my breath shortened. My chest began hurting again from the lack of oxygen and the pressure. My eyes felt droopier every second. I then felt a push of air forced inside of me as the mask clutched onto my face. "Elizabeth?" the man asked, moving closer.

"Y-yeah?" I asked weakly, twitching my hand. "What happened?" I gulped and a sharp pain shot through my head from my neck. I reached up for it, but they held my hand down. "I want to die," I said softly, plastering a smile on my face. He frowned and stroked my hair as I felt a warm feeling rush through my arm. "I don't want to live anymore.." "Don't say that," he told me gently.

I like this guy. He's actually quite nice. "Life hates me.. They begged me to do it!" I exclaimed, sitting up from the gurney. He lightly pushed my shoulders back down. "Who begged you?" he questioned, putting his hand in mine. "My heart.. And my mind," I explained.

"How..?" I told him everything from my grandmother dying to now. Everything hurt worse now that I survived my attempt to suicide. Why didn't I just stay up there? Why didn't I listen to my heart and stay with my grandmother and little brother? Why me? 

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I layed in the hospital bed watching Criminal Minds. This is actually my favorite show. "Reed no!" I squealed as he almost got shot. Did I mention that Reed is my absolute favorite guy on the show? No? Well, he is. The nurse quietly pulled my nightgown up and plugged my feeding tube up to the machine. Because of me slitting my throat, I can't swallow. So I have to have a feeding tube. How lovely? 

I felt the food fill up my stomach as the vomit colored liquid came down the tube. This is so gross. "Elizabeth, you have a visitor," the other nurse said softly with a smile. Everyone loves me. Well, Laura said she admired me for staying strong for so long. And she's also my best friend here. "Oh, ok. Send them in, I guess," I told her, putting the blanket over my exposed area. Of course I couldn't put it over the tube which really agitated me.

The door began to open and I gulped at the thought of who it could be. What if they called my parents? What if they called the officials? What if its Steven? I don't want to ruin his vacation with his uncle! I glanced at the tube, grimacing. It looks like vomit! 

As I glanced back at the door, Harry stood there with his head hung low. "No," I whispered to myself. "I'll just leave you two alone," Margaret said as she turned off the machine. I then covered the rest of my body and sighed. Margaret quietly left, nodding Harry towards the bed. 

"I told you that I never wanted to see you again," I said rudely, feeling tears threatening to spill. I just blinked them away as he moved closer. "I know.. I just need to see you," he mumbled. He was now standing beside my bed. "Why?" he asked quietly, staring at me with puffy eyes. 

"Why do you think?" I snapped, flinching at the pain in my throat. I had to have stitches and then they had to do surgery for the stupid feeding tube. I'll be in here for a while.. "Because of me?" I shook my head slightly, looking up at the tv in the corner. "It's because you hurt me like everyone else.. I thought you were different, Harry, I really thought you were different!" I wailed, choking on my own spit. 

"I am different, Elizabeth! I promise!" "No, you're not.." He covered his face with his shaking hands, leaning down to rest his elbows on the side of the bed. "I never meant to hurt you," he whispered. I closed my eyes and rested my hand on his elbow. "Let me go," I said gently. His head shot up to face me and his face was so sad.. 

"Hell no! I'm never letting you go, Elizabeth!" "Let me go, Harry! I want to die! Can't you see that?" I asked him as my lip began trembling. "I have no one to save me.." "I'll save you," he whispered, leaning his forehead on mine. "I'll do anything to save you from this." 

"You can't.. Not you," I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut. "I'm broken beyond repair." "Sh," he told me. "I can fix you.." 

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Harry sat on the bed beside my feet, watching Criminal Minds with me. "No!" I shouted. Harry chuckled. Both of our eyes were red and puffy from crying, but other than that, we're having an amazing time. "Who's that?" he asked. The screen had just flashed to Penelope as she was typing on the computer. "She's a genuis! If they didn't have her, they wouldn't solve every case as easy," I told him. 

"Yeah, but what's her name?" "Penelope." He nodded. The show cut off and went to commercial as Harry layed on his side beside me. "I'm glad you got a big bed," he said, kissing my forehead. No matter what condition Harry was in, he was still beyond perfect. Even with his face so red and blotchy from the salty liquid that ran down his face. 

"Promise me something?" he asked me softly. "Anything." He took a deep breath before pressing his lips to mine softy. It didn't last long, but it was perfect. "Promise me you won't try this again," he whispered, leaning his forehead on mine. "I can't.." "Please?" 

I looked up to meet his pleading emerald eyes and nodded. "I promise." His lips moved into a small smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to my nose. "I love you so much, Elizabeth." 

"What...?"