We Are Broken

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

((Fay's Point of View))

I wake up from another bad dream. I put on a jacket and head down to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of some form of caffine will do me some good. When I reach the kitchen I see someone sitting on the counter. I grab a pair of scissors off the table and walk into the kitchen. 

"Who the hell are you?" I snarl at him, pointing the scissors at him. 

He holds up a spoon out of his bowl of Coco Puffs. "Carter. Now chill, bitch, do you want to get us caught?" 

I shook my head. "No, I don't." I go over to the fridge and crab a can of Monster. I instantly drain half of it. Caffine gives me a shaky feelings. It's almost like a high substitute to me. When it's in my body, I feel great, it keeps my mind off of the things. That might just be how it affects me though. 

I finished this can and go for another. 

"You know you can die from those, right?" he asks. 

"And the cig in your hand can't kill?" I snort. "Hypocrite." I mutter under my breath. 

He takes a puff. "This....is what I need."

I sniff the air. "And vodka in Coco Puffs? Wow and I thought I had issues." 

"Shut the hell up." he glares at me. 

"Whatever." I say. 

"What are you two doing down here?" Dr. Chanaway asks, coming into the room. 

"Noth......nothi.....nothing." I said, my lip shaking a bit. "I gotta.......go." I then took off running towards the bathroom. 

((Carter's Point of View))

I watch her leave the room, leaving me alone with the doc. 

"Again, Carter?" he asks with a sigh. "I thought this was going to stop."

"Obviously it isn't." I said, blowing some smoke in his face. 

He coughs from the inhalation of smoke. "Your going to wind up getting hurt by all this crap."

I hop off the counter. "That's all I'm asking for." Then I made my way towards the bathroom. 

((Fay's Point of View))

I instantly started feeling a panic attack going on. I tried throwing cold water on my face, trying to stop it from coming, but it wasn't working. Deep breaths weren't working either. My heart started racing. My whole body was shaking. 

The guy from the kitchen came in. "I'll just......" he stopped from leaving when he saw me. He came over and picked me up. He put me into the shower, turning on the cold water. It sprayed over my body, wetting my clothes. "Breath." His hand goes up and down my arm, trying to smooth the goosebumps that had started to appear. 

I started to take breaths roughly. After a few minutes they become more stead. I allow the cold water to was over my face. I turn to look at the guy but he was gone when I emerged from the water.