Medicated Dreams // Weston Koury // PART 2

Chapter 22: Old Habits

Weston POV:

I can't believe this. Its almost...........unreal. I'm so afraid that i might wake up, that it was a dream. That somehow she's still not mine. I can't let her slip through my fingers again. No way. I carried her back to my house leaving my penny board at the park. I can buy a new one at the store, but I can never buy someone like Savanna. She was still softly sobbing into my chest gripping onto my neck. I lightly kissed her cheek that was turned upon me,  sucking up the tears. My legs grew tired, and the cold wind beat against my back when I soon saw our neighborhood welcome sign. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I trudged on to my house. As i reached the door, I noticed there were no more cries coming from her. She was asleep. I opened the door welcomed by the warm heat as I quickly shut it trying not to make a sound. It was dark and I could tell my parents were asleep. I quietly carried Savanna up the stairs and into my room closing the door and setting her down on my bed. Suddenly she jerked up looking around the room. "Shh, shh hey. You're ok. You're safe now," I whispered turning on my light. Her hair was down, and she still was wearing the hospital gown and my jacket over it. I slowly touched her hand immediately shocked by the coldness of her skin. "You're freezing," I said walking over to my drawers and pulling out some of my sweats and one of my hoodies. I handed them to her as she looked up and gave a small smile. "Thanks," she mumbled staring down at the clothes. "Are you ok?" I asked sitting down next to her and laying a hand on her leg. She squirmed in her place slowly beginning to shake. She nodded her head and stood up. "Yah, I'm fine.....I.....I'm fine," she stuttered slowly backing away into the bathroom holding the clean clothes in her arms. She closed the door as I laid back on the bed and let out a deep breath. I glance at my phone to see what time it was. 3:00 A.M. I had thousands of notifications from Twitter, Instagram, YouNow, and much more. All from upset and worried fans. I haven't been active on social media for weeks. After.............everything that happened............... I couldn't bear to put on a fake smile and get in front of the camera. I just couldn't do it. I decided to go on Twitter and tweet out:

Westonkoury1: Sometimes the hardest things in life can make you even stronger then before. I love you.

I hesitated as I pressed my thumb against the tweet icon button. Within seconds, thousands of likes, re-tweets, and comments appeared. I shut off my phone and laid it aside when the door cracked open. "Weston?" I stood up and went over to the bathroom door. "Yah?" I said hoping everything was okay. "Um.....there are.....are some tags on this hoodie. Can you hand me some scissors so I can cut them?" she asked hiding her are body from my eyes. I nodded and ran to my desk picking up a pair of black scissors. I walked back to the bathroom and handed them to her. "Be careful, they are really sharp," I said. She nodded and shut the door. I stood by the door and waited for her to come out. I just wanted to wrap her up in my arms. Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. "Savanna?" I knocked on the door reaching my hand to the doorknob. It was locked. "Yah, hang on," she squeaked out. It sounded like she was crying. I waited and waited and waited until finally I was getting worried. "Savanna!" I yelled pounding on the door. No answer. I paced back and forth wondering whether to bust down the door. What was she doing. What if she fainted? I was suddenly interrupted when the door slowly opened. 

Savanna POV:

When Weston placed his hand on my leg, more memories came rushing through my head. Some good, some bad. Mostly bad. I remembered meeting him, falling in love with him. I remember cutting, not eating, and Mario. Mario and Ian. I hate them. What they did to me. Both of them. How they pushed me to cut. I missed it. Cutting. I was standing in the bathroom staring down at Weston's clothes. All I wanted was mom. Dad. I miss dad. Tears rushed down my face as I quietly sobbed into my hands. Does Weston know I cut? I don't remember that. I stood up and cracked the door open. "Weston?" I whispered peeking my head out the door. He quickly got up and rushed over. "Yah?" he said anxiously. "Um.....there are.....are some tags on this hoodie. Can you hand me some scissors so I can cut them?" I lied hoping he wouldn't know I was. He nodded and ran over to his desk. He handed me the scissors. "Be careful, they are really sharp," he said. "I nodded and closed the door locking it. I rushed down to the ground and opened the scissors admiring the blade. I ran my finger across the blade lightly, not making a cut. I took a deep breath and pressed the stone cold blade onto my arms. I watched emotionless as it glided across the faded, old scars. I didn't feel any pain until I pressed the blade deeper. I wanted to scream, but Weston was out there. After 5 cuts, I heard Weston saying my name. "Yah, hang on," i softly said trying to hide the pain in my voice. I quickly cleaned up the blood dripping down my arm and wiped off the scissors. I threw on Weston's hoodie, and his sweatpants throwing all the bloody rags in the trash. I wiped away my tear stained eyes and took a breath as I slowly unlocked the door and opened it. I walked out to see Weston standing there. "What took you so long?" he asked seeming suspicious. I shrugged and coldly said, "I'm really tired." He paused staring me down. I broke eye contact with him pulling down the sleeve of his hoodie past my fingers. He nodded and pulled the covers down on his bed motioning me to lay down. I slowly laid down facing the opposite way of Weston. He turned off the light and laid down next to me wrapping his arms around me. I intertwined my legs into his as I turned over and burrowed my face into his chest. Without thought, i began crying. I don't even know why. It's like I have cried so much, I forget all my emotions. He comforted me by running his hand along my face and kissing me. I felt so safe. So safe in his arms. As if nothing could ruin what we had. Not even old habits.