My Darling Psychopath

Chapter Three: 'Love Bites & No More.'

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Hospitals were never pleasant to me. They smelt of antibiotics and bleach. The clean smell is always nice, but hospitals had to go OTT, with the cleaning.. Which was horrible and not nice as they thought it was. I had only been in hospital two or three times in the past. When I was eleven years old I broke my wrist playing at the park, I remember the big red cast I had picked, everyone wrote on it, some even drew. The second time was a minor car accident with Aimee's parents - their Mercedes had been crashed into from behind, instead of getting insurance the family scrapped the car and brought the Bentley (which we all road in that night.) The third time was only a year before hand, it was more personal rather than caused by others.
I awoke in a hospital bed, with cuts up my legs and arms. My beautiful silk prom dress was no longer a pretty sight, it was covered in mud and was damp from the pavement. Dylan, my frustrated looking boyfriend was sat by my side, on a chair pulled up next to the bed.

"Babe? Are you okay?!" Dylan asked worriedly.

"Y-yeah... What's happening?" I asked, quietly.

"You passed out, outside the school hall.. You remember Sophia French?"

"Yeah.. Is she okay? She was stabbed?"

"She has a stab wound on her left side, whoever did it, they missed her lung luckily." Dylan seemed broken and disappointed. I bet everyone was. This was supposed to be that day! But it was ruined, for some more than others..

"Will she survive? Please tell me she will?" I asked in a panic. Sophia French was an unpopular girl, I had spoken to her a few times and worked on several school projects with her. She was sweet, but never wanted to be over friendly. Sophia didn't deserve to be hurt, or to feel such pain.

Dylan took in a large sigh, "luckily, yes."

"Oh thank god." I exhaled.

"Apart from that.. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, I have a pounding headache though.." I really did, I guess it was an early hangover wanting to tackle me down. Or, it was the fact I had just seen an almost lifeless body bleeding.

"You should get yourself some sleep and stay here tonight." Dylan smiled.

"Are you sure?.." I asked, sadly.

"Of course. The hotel can wait for the night. You, my girl are more important than any of that."

"Thank you.." I leant over and kissed Dylan's cheek as his face formed into a smile. "What time is it?"

"It's 11:45, so, prom was pretty much cut short.."

"Wow.. That early?"

"Mhm.. Anyway, your friends are outside so I'll let them in. You don't mind if I head home do you?"

"No, that's fine. Would you possibly pick me up tomorrow?"

"Of course, I'll even bring you my favourite jumper to wear." Dylan smirked as he stood up, leaning over and planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Hehe... Thank you." I smiled.

"I really do love you, Lola."

"I love you more." I smiled at Dylan as he did the same back, he picked up his jacket and left the room peacefully.

I sat for a moment and thought about everything, I thought how Sophia didn't deserve to be hurt. I wondered who at a school prom would do such a horrible thing.. I thought about what I could last remember, you know, before passing out. I remembered nearly falling out of the school-hall doors, to remember I planted into a pair of arms.
All I had to think of who helped me, not that I could remember at that time.