We Are Broken

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

((Fay's Point of View))

I woke up the next morning to find that Carter hasn't shoved me out of bed like last time. Instead he was still asleep. For once he looked truly at peace. He didn't look as if he was about to be attacked, or as if he was going to be the one doing the attacking. 

"What are you doing, Fay?" he grumbles, eyes still closed. 

"Watching you." I said. 

He opens his eyes from a brief second, then closes them again. Carter moves the arm that wasn't around my waist to cover his face. "Well stop it, it's creepy." 

I roll my eyes. "Fine." 

He grins. "Now go back to sleep." 

"You should smile more." I said. 

"I thought you said you'd stop staring." he mumbles. 

"I'm just making an observation."

"Whatever you say, smart ass."

We stay there for a moment, in each others arms. Then we hear Doctor Chanaway calling our names. With a groan I sit up. Carter had already fallen back asleep. That or he was just pretending that he was so he didn't have to get up. 

"Come on, wakey wakey." I whispered in his ear. 

He gently shoves my head away. "Stop that tickles."

I giggle. "Well then get up, silly."

"What the hell is going on in here?" Cindy's voice asks coming from the doorway. 

"We're trying to get some damn peace and quiet to sleep so leave, bitch." Carter says going from this nice guy to a total douche in a matter of seconds. 

Cindy gives us one last strange look then leaves again. 

"What's with that?" I asked him once she was gone. 

"What's with what?" 

"You turning from a sweet guy to a total ass?"

He gets up. "If you don't like it, don't deal with it." Carter then starts to leave the room. 

"Come on, don't be like that."

"Be like what? A 'total ass' as you put it?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Yep this was the Carter that I knew. Always defense and on edge.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Oh yeah, Fay, and what did you mean it like?"

"I meant that why can't you be the great guy that you were before Cindy came in?"

"Because some things are only for a brief moment when I feel sorry for some worthless whore." he snaps at me. 

Tears fill my eyes. "Well this is one 'worthless whore' that you won't even have to feel sorry for again!"

And with that I went running towards the bathroom-the only door that I was allowed to have shut-and slammed it as hard as I could. Then, in the privacy of the small four light blue walls, I cried my eyes out.

((Carter's Point of View))

I was an ass. There was no denying that. I could hear her heart wrenching sobs from in my room through the closed door. Not even the sweet melody of Bring Me The Horizon could block it out. 

I had three options. The first, I could go comfort her and apologize. The second, I could tell her to shut the hell up. Then the last, I could just turn my stereo up and ignore her. I choose the last option. No way could I face her after what I had said. She had been raped for crying out loud! That didn't make her a whore. But it made me a sick bastard. No where near as sick as the ones that did it to her, but close enough. 

My gut told me to run away. The small ounce of humanity I had in my heart told me to go to her, begging on my knees for forgiveness. I doubt that she could forgive me. Yet maybe she would.

Who am I kidding? I can't go to her. I should but I can't. I should let it settle a little before I apologize. 

"CARTER! YOU ASS HOLE OPEN THE DAMN DOOR AND SHUT OFF THAT GOD FORSAKEN MUSIC!" Cindy shouts from the other side of the door. 

I press pause and go to the door, opening it. "What the hell do you want?"

"To ask if you were happy?" she asks, arms crossed over her chest. "I can't get her to come out of the bathroom because of whatever you did." 

"No, I'm not happy!" I shouted at her. 

"Well maybe- wait what?" she did a double take. "Your not happy? And here I thought this was the kind of thing that made you feel warm and fuzzy in that cold ice block that is supposed to be a heart." 

"Do you honestly think that I am so heartless that I enjoy her crying? Maybe you are the dumb bitch I've always pegged you for. Then again I might have given you too much credit. Your dumber then I had pegged you for." I said. 

She sighs. "Whatever. This isn't important now. What is important is that maybe she'll come out for you."

"Don't sound too hopeful. She probably hates me right now." I said. 

"I doubt that she would be crying that hard if she hated you." she says softly. "Now please go try to get her out."

"I will. Can you please keep everyone downstairs then? I don't want to give them the wrong impression here." 

Cindy gave me a mocking appaled look. "Did the great bad ass jerk just say please?"

"Shut up and go do as I say damn it!" I snapped at her. 

"All right all right." she said, raising her hands up in defeat. 

I waited until she had gone out of sight before I made my way towards the bathroom door. I knocked on it softly. "Fay, can you please come out?....................... I didn't mean what I said.......................... I'm sorry."  

There was no answer. No sniffling. No nothing. 

"Fay?" I asked. 

My hands quickly went to the door knob. I tried to open it but it was locked. "Fay, this isn't funny open the damn door!" 

Still no sound came from the other side. 

I started beating on the door. I heard some hinges loosen after a while of beating. I then kicked the door. A piece of wood fell in. My hands quickly started to tear at the door until I was able to get through a small hole. I climbed in. 

Fay layed crumbled on the floor. Tears had stained her face. Her skin was pale......paler then usual. As if all the life had been sucked out of her. Her clothing was covered in blood. Blood which was pouring out of gashes on her wrists. 

"Shit." I said. I went over to her, bringing towels with me. I pressed the towels down hard on her wrists, trying to stop the bleeding. 

"Oh my God!" Cindy said, gasping when she saw her friend's current state.

"SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I shouted frantically.