The Slide Boy

Twenty - five

Juliet POV

I don't know if I meant to crash my car, I dont know if I meant to put myself in the hospital, and I don't know if I meant to harm myself. I don't know, I just don't know. But somehow, that's exactly what happened. I could blame it on the liquor, that'd be the easy thing to do, but I know it had nothing to do with the liquor, but everything to do with those brown eyes with a heat beat. Those brown eyes that I loved to look into, and that heart beat that calmed me down. Now, those brown eyes and that heartbeat made me want to die. They made me feel so small, so insignificant, so worthless. They made me feel useless and like a disappointment. Its crazy, how one minute I was wishing to see those eyes and hear that heart beat for the rest of my life, and now I'm wishing I have no life so I don't have to see those damn brown eyes and hear that damn heart beat ever again. I didn't think I could ever wish that I never met Cameron, but right now, laying in this hospital bed, I wished that I would have never stopped at that damn red light and saw him on that damn slide. I wished that I never talked to him, I wished that I didn't even know his name. Because it would be so much easier to forget it ever happened. I wouldn't be in so much pain, I wouldn't feel like I do now. I wouldn't be in a hospital room, with monitors hooked up to me and sole breathing because I'm on a breathing machine. I would be at home, sleeping soundlessly. My life would be like it was before Cameron, and that was great.

"Oh honey" I heard my moms voice first. "This is all my fault. I should have saw how much pain you were in." I could tell she was crying. I wanted to reach out and tell her that I was fine and I'd be okay, but I couldn't. I didn't have the energy to lie anymore. I wasn't fine and I won't be okay for a long time. They all thought I was asleep, but I was awake. I had been awake since they walked into the room, I just didn't open my eyes or say anything. I didnt have the energy to. I didn't want to. I just wanted to sleep. And so that's what I did. I slept.

Nash POV

I sat in the hospital chair, looking at her sleeping form. Even in her sleep she looked so troubled, so sad. I wanted to make her happy again, to bring back the Juliet I knew. The Juliet that was so happy and full of life. The Juliet before Cameron. The Juliet I have been in love with since freshman year. I've never told her how I felt because I knew she didn't feel that same. The only one that knows is Taylor, and that's because he figured it out on his own. I don't know how though, because he's pretty stupid when it comes to this stuff.

"Nash" speaking of Taylor, he and the other boys all flew down when they heard about the crash. The doctors said it happened because Juliet was driving and drinking, but I know that's not true. Juliet could always drive good, even when she was extremely drunk, she could walk a straight line if she wanted to. She's been so drunk this past year that its like a lifestyle for her now. I know that she crashed her car on purpose, I know that she wanted the emotional pain to go away and she was willing to feel physical pain if that's what it took.

"Yeah?" I asked him, tearing my eyes away from Juliet. Taylor and I were the only one awake. Everyone else had fallen asleep on the floor or in chairs. I looked over at Mahogany was was cuddled up to Cheyenne on the floor by the bed. I looked back at Taylor and he motioned to the door and we both walked out.

"Are you ever going to tell Jules how you feel?" He asked me quietly. I looked in the room through the window and shook my head looking back at him.

"Now's not a good time Taylor." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"When will it ever be a good time?" He scoffed, "its been a year and she still loves him and its tearing her apart, not only emotionally but physically. She needs to get over him, and maybe knowing that you love her will help."

"She doesn't feel the same way, Taylor. Knowing I love her will hurt her more because she'll think she's hurting me." I snapped at him. How could he be so stupid? Did he not know her at all?

"She is hurting you, Nash!" He suddenly yelled, "she's been hurting you since freshman year. She has a right to know how you feel about her, Nash."

"He's right you know." A voice said. We both turned to see Mahogany leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed. "Your whole life has been about making Juliet happy, but what about you Nash? Do you not deserve to be happy?" I looked between the two of them, feeling totally attacked.

"You guys just don't fucking understand. I don't want to lose her, I can't." I told them. If I told her how I felt she'd distance herself from me.

"Nash open your fucking eyes," Taylor screamed at me, "We're all going to fucking lose her. Look in that room, does that look like the same Juliet we know? Does that look like someone who wants to live? No, it doesn't. That looks like someone that needs a reason to live, and that reason could be you." I looked in the room, Juliet was still asleep. Her eyebrows are turns into a frown and her lips a pout. She didn't look happy, she looked sad, really sad. She looks like she doesn't want to wake up ever again.

"I hope you're right." I whispered. This could either help her or break her more, and taking that risk made me want to run and hide but I knew it was a risk I needed to take.

AN: OMGGG. What's your thoughts on Nash and Juliet? Who do you want her to end up with, Nash or Cameron? Comment!