Death Sounds Like A Melody (Merome)

Chapter 24 - With You, I'm a beautiful mess

Hey guys

How are you? You need to me to bash someone up? I'd love to beat up some assholes ;)

Seriously though, don't be mean to people, it's not cool ;-;

Mitchs POV

I lay down in the hospital bed, it supports my back so I'm sitting up a little. I woke up like an hour ago in my own room and I'm already bored. My friends got kicked out, saying that I need some time to rest by myself. It's like, 10 am the next day. I found out that yesterday was my birthday which is kind of ironic.

I sigh and stare at my hands. They are so bony. Before I got kidnapped, I was starting to put some weight on too. Now, I'm even worse. My left hand has one of those needles in it (a/n I can't remember what it's called ). I'm pretty sure they're injecting me with stuff to make me gain weight. I lift my hand up and start bitting my nails as I stare out of the window. It's so bright out there today, the weather looks like it's getting warmer. Hospitals are always cold so I can't really tell.

"Hold on, Until you find the friends who support you, until you find the place you feel secure you need to, hold on." I hum silently to myself. I can't get over how much music has saved my life.

Suddenly, someone opens the door, making my head flick over in fear. I instantly calm down when I see Dr Pete with a tray of food. He places the food on the table beside my bed. I just stare at him, not bothering to try to say anything.

"You should really try to eat something Mitch." He states, looks at me for a moment and then walks away. I sigh quietly and stare at the food. I really don't feel like eating right now, I'll probably vomit it up. Not intentionally though, I feel really sick at the moment.

Someone else walks into the room. I look up to see Jerome there with a tired yet happy expression on his face. He sits down beside me, grabbing my hand making me smile softly. His hand is so warm, so loving. I never Realised how much I've just missed his touch. He reaches over hand grabs some of the grapes sitting on the table.

"Come on baby, you've got to eat." He says softly, popping a single grape in my mouth. I eat it, making him smile in satisfaction. He gives me another one, I eat that one too. Eventually, I've eaten almost all the food on the table. Jerome holds out some other food, but I shake my head. He sighs and places it back.

"You should really eat it Jerome." I state, staring at him. He looks at me with a confused expression since I haven't really said anything to him. I cross my arms. "It's clear to me that you've lost weight, eat it." I demand. He frowns and eats the food, making me feel a little better.

He climbs in bed with me, I snuggle up against his chest while he holds me tightly but not enough to hurt my scars. I hold his left hand up and play with it. I look at the white bandage and run my fingers over it.

"How many?" I ask plainly. I feel him sigh and squeeze my hand tightly.

"Eleven." He states.

"Why?" I ask quietly. He doesn't reply. "WHY??!!" I scream at him. I sit up from his hold and stare at him in anger.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU THIS JEROME?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOU CUT YOURSELF WHILE I WAS GETTING FUCKING RAPED, CUT, WHIPPED, BURNED, ABUSED, TORTURED AND STARVED EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY?! HUH!!??" I scream out at him, not noticing that I'm falling into a puddle of tears. And here it comes, the part where I finally break.

I start to cry. My back bends over while my head buries itself into my thighs. Jerome hugs me, causing me to clutch onto him for dear life. I can feel nothing but pain. I'm so sick of feeling. I don't want to live anymore-but for some reason, I can never die. Why can't I die?  Why must I be kept in such a cruel world? It's not fair. It's just not fair anymore.