You Colour My World (A Cody Simpson Fan Fiction) [COMPLETED!]

chapter 27! the end.

I opened the door and was greeted by a small brown puppy with a ribbon on its collar.

"Aw, hello!" I said, petting the small creature.

"You got a dog?" I asked, looking at Cody.

He picked it up off the floor, and handed it to me.

"Actually, it's yours. It's a belated birthday present." He said, kissing me.

I gasped.

"Really? Cody, I've always wanted a puppy! Thank you so much." I said, cuddling the dog and Cody at the same time.

"You're welcome. You can name him anything you want." Cody said, leading me to the couch to sit down with him.

"Hm...I'll name him...Cody!" I said, smirking at Cody.

Cody laughed.

"Why?" He asked.

"So that when you go away on tour, I'll have my own Cody to cuddle when I miss you." I said, petting the small dog.

Cody grinned at me.

"That's cute. Now I have to get a cat named Maggie to take on tour." He said, winking at me.

I laughed.

"I'm serious." He said, smiling.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said, laughing, as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

It's been about a week now since I've ditched school because of that day of getting bullied. That night, when I was alone, I felt worthless and I cut myself. I wanted to end everything, so I tried to end my everything. Cody found me on the bathroom floor, as I was in and out of consciousness because of all the blood I lost from the cuts. He took me to the hospital, and I've been here since. I want to go back to school to prove everyone wrong, that I'll get over it, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. I feel bad because I scared Cody really bad, and he never thought I'd try to take my own life, but, no one has ever been that mean to me before. I just didn't want to go back, so I thought that if I cut deep enough, I wouldn't wake up.

I haven't seen Cody since that night. I haven't seen anyone since then except the nurses. I was going home today though, so Cody was going to pick me up. I know he probably didn't want to, but he would if he had to.

I've seen numerous people about all this, and they diagnosed me with depression and I'm not happy about that. I have to take pills for it, and that's the last thing I want to do.

Also, I have to see a therapist every thursday for one year.

Most of the cuts on my body have healed, but the deeper ones were still in the process. I threw a sweater on, not wanting Cody to see anything because it would just upset him again.

I left the hospital room with all my stuff, and made my way downstairs, and exited the hospital. Cody was sitting in his car in the parking lot so I walked up to the car, knocking on the window. He looked up, and quickly opened his door, immediately wrapping his arms around me, tight. I hugged him back, as I started to cry.

"I'm so sorry I scared you." I sobbed, as he rubbed my back to calm me down.

He shushed me, and just held me as I cried.

"I'm just so glad you're okay." He said, his voice cracking.

I let go of him and looked at him, wanting to see if he was alright.