My last memory was Austin holding me. He didn't let go, he just held me.
I jerk up abruptly and find my self in a hospital bed. It's dark out and I'm covered in tubes and wires. I sit up and notice someone holding my hand. It's Austin. He looks at me with tears rolling down his face.
"I'm so glad your up" he says hugging me. "Don't ever try that again." He choked his tears back. "I thought you were going to die.."
"I'm so sorry. My life isn't going right. I didn't want to live" I said. Great. Now I'm crying. "I'm broken..."
"And I'll fix you. I can help you through this. You just have to let me."
He was right. He probably could help me through this but I wasn't letting him. I was pushing him away. Like I do to everyone else. I just push them away.
I pull off my IV and grab him. I pull him into me and close the distance between our lips. I want to feel his warmth. I want to never let go.
I pull away and look him in the eyes then scan the room for my mom.
"Where's my mom?"
"She doesn't know your here. Would you like me to call her?"
"No" I say too harshly.
He gives me a concerned look but I just look down.
The nurse walked in. "Are you ready to be discharged?"
"Yes" I say politely.
"Let's get the hell out of here" I tell Austin.----------------------------------------------
We get home and my mom isn't there. He helps me up to my room, he grabs me a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt. The same one he was wearing.
I changed into the clothes he gave me and my shirt smelt like him. He smells so good. I got into my bed and snuggled into the covers.
"Can you lay with me?" I ask him.
"Of course"
He hopped into bed with me and I put my head on his shoulder, putting my hand on his chest.
"I'm sorry" I say, choking up.
"I didn't know you were in that much pain." He let out a sigh and looks me in the eye,"You need to let me in. I want to help you and the only way I can is if you trust me and talk to me if you are struggling. You aren't alone.."
"I would trust you and talk to you but I know nothing about your past and why you tense at times and ovoid questions."
He looks up at me with pain in his eyes.
"My whole family is dead."
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The Sunset // Suicidal Love Story
RomantikAvery Carver was your "normal" 16 year old, except, she was chronically depressed and suicidal. She was planning her suicide all summer. Then school started and there was a new boy. His name was Austin Brant. This story explains how there's still ho...