I hate my life so much right now (on hold)

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RECAP

I smiled and grabbed Austin's hand. He didn't refuse and followed me. We were already laughing by the time we got upstairs. Once we got into my room, I close my door, locking it, and joining Austin on my love seat couch. It was black and it had handmade skulls all over it. Custom made just for me. I lean my head against his shoulder, inviting his arms to wrap around me to guard me from the evil lint bunnies that might be lurking underneath us. He arms accepted the invitation, though only one arm came around. He kissed the top of my head, right on my skull bow. I giggled because it always felt weird when he kissed me on my bow. I looked up at him, smiling. He smiled back, even letting out a little laugh.

His other arm went towards my left hand, grasping it in its warmth. I shake my hand free and repositioned it. I look back up to him and saw him smiling.

"You know, I could've done that." He smiled even more when he said that.

"Yeah, I know....."

"What's the matter? You're usually not this depressed." The question was so inviting.

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"Oh, it's nothing," I responded, looking up at him.

Austin looked like he didn't believe me. But he let it go. I turned back to look at my black cat color walls. Austin takes his head off of mine and lightly kisses my forehead. I give a light giggle while Austin leans his head against mine again. We sat there for what felt like forever. That is, until we heard a knocking on the door.

I groaned. I was comfortable in the way we were sitting. The knocking came back again. Groaning again, I got up, let go of Austin's hand, looking back with eyes saying I will be back, walked towards the door, unlocked it, and opened the door. Not surprised, Finnick was at the door. He had a worried look on his face. Why is he worried?

"I didn't hear anything up here and I got worried," Finnick came up with. I rolled m eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me!" I rolled my eyes again. "I swear if you roll your eyes again..." I rolled my eyes once again. 

I swear he became a firetrucking bull! He punched me in my face, then in my stomach. Man, he can pack a punch! I immediately fell to the ground, but Finnick wasn't done. He started punching my side and my stomach. I don't know if Austin got him off of me or I pushed him off of me, which I doubt I did, but he suddenly stopped. Then I heard crying. I was too weak to sit up, so I gently turned my head towards where near Finnick was. My jaw dropped.

 I have never seen two men, in my entire life, fight over me. Ever. Austin and Finnick were going at it like two wild coyotes fighting over a slab of meat. For the first time in my life, I have felt like an object. Has anyone notice that there is a girl lying in the ground, with a possible broken nose and a hurting abdomen?

They stopped fighting and Austin jumped over me to go get my mom. Did I just say that out loud?

"Yes, yes you did," Finnick responded. "You really need to learn the difference between thinking and actually speaking." He smiled.

I don't know why, but I smiled back, wincing in pain. "And you need to learn how to not hurt a girl." My stomach became a minefield. "Ow."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, I don't know," I started saying, sarcastically, "someone started attacking me because I rolled my eyes three times! I can't remember who it was! Do you remember?"

"Your sarcasem has been noted." He leaned in to kiss me. I wanted to resist but if I moved, the pain he caused would come backing, making me wince even more, making the pain to even more irresitable. His lips made contact with mine, and his eyes were closed. I'm not enjoying this. But I know he is. After a few seconds went by, Mom and Austin came bursting through my door. Shit.

Austin nearly tackled Finnick when he saw his lips against mine. He was slightly relieved when he saw my eyes were closed. But my mom didn't care. Her baby was hurt, and she needed help, fast. She immediatly instructed Austin and Finnick to go and get pillows, blankets, other soft materials, and a flat board to be used as a strechter. And another ER trip for me. Ugh, I hate the ER. HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!

*flashback to 8th grade, ER*

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It's late because I couldn't come up with anything on Friday and Saturday. So I'm gonna (hopefully) post 2 more chapters today. And the ER story is almost like my trip to the ER in 7th grade, but the burn is in a different place. I got burned on my right hand in December of 2010. From macorini. (And yes, I failed.)

Bless your face. If you sneezed while reading this, bless you.

XOXO, Lily