Chapter 10
A scream, a cry for help, a cry in agony, and a bunch of rushed worried words was all I heard as I was beginning to black out. Kendall held his phone in one hand, it on speaker. I wish I wasn’t able to hear what the other person was saying. “911, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked.
Through tears Kendall began, “My daughter,” was all he said. He choked on his own words, gasping for breath. “S-She’s a c-cutter, I’ve been trying to help her but I can’t. She’s bleeding, everywhere. I think she just blacked out.” I wasn’t out yet, but too weak to respond to anything. My eyes were barely open. “Addie!” Kendall screamed, “Addie please be okay!”
“Sir, please stay calm. Now this is what I want you to do, are you listening?”
“Y-yes,” he said taking a deep breath.
“Where did she cut herself at?” the operator asked.
“All the way down her arms, I don’t know if she hit any major veins…”
“Clean up the blood as best you can and put pressure on the deeper parts of the cuts, it should stop the bleeding. You need to stay calm and be calm with her. Say soothing things to her assuming she can hear you. An ambulance is on its way. Everything will be okay sir. Is there anyone else in the house with you?”
“My brothers, that’s it,” Kendall replies.
“Don’t overwhelm her, but if any of them have a strong or close relationship with her, have them sit with her too. Make her as comfortable as possible.”
Kendall followed the operator’s instructions. The woman offered to stay on the line with Kendall but he said he’d be okay. When she said that the paramedics were on their way for the last time, she hung up the phone and Kendall focused more on me. “Addie sweetheart, baby girl everything will be okay,” he said as he gently pulled me into his lap. I’m guessing one of the guys was standing in the hallway because he turned around and asked for some antiseptic and a towel.
Kendall put pressure on the cuts that were closer to my wrist. James came in the room and opened the cabinet that was behind the bathroom mirror and pulled out a bottle of antiseptic wash and grabbed a towel and handed it to Kendall. “This is going to sting, baby,” he told me as he opened the bottle. He poured some on my wrist to clean the cut and dabbed the towel on it. He wiped away the fresh blood and then continued to apply pressure to the deep cuts.
Needless to say, that this was a painful state, and I wished that they would have just left me here to die. I had felt so peaceful as I was slipping away when I was alone. I felt somewhat peaceful even know as my eyes began to shut. I opened them again and I was now looking up at Logan. He was holding me, Kendall by his side. James sat on the edge of the bathtub and Los was on the floor. This was a tiny bathroom, and we were all squished in here. “Keep holding on,” Logan said, “Everything will be alright, baby girl. I promise it will.”
I wish they would stop calling me that. I wish they would also stop telling me that it was okay, because it wasn’t. They were lying to me. Nothing was going to be okay if I made it through this. Logan and Kendall would be in constant battles for my affection. The two of them were wrapped around my fingers, they both wanted to have the closest relationship out of all of the guys. Kendall was probably feeling bad enough that people thought I was just Logan’s daughter, because I wasn’t-I was Kendall’s too. And James’s and Carlos’s as well.
Things wouldn’t be the same after this. I’d be put into an institution for mentally insane people or something like that. I’d be locked up and not even trusted with a butter knife or fork to eat with. I wouldn’t be happy if I woke up in the hospital, especially after the events of the past few days. I mean, I loved the guys and I couldn’t have asked for a better family, but this drama is too much. I felt myself slipping away. I heard the paramedics enter the house. My eyes closed. I was out.
I woke up to bright lights and an incisive beep. I blinked a few times to get myself adjusted to the lighting and then realized I was in the hospital. Great; I’d survived. In the room, however, I didn’t see any of the guys. I saw someone that shouldn’t have been there for so many various reasons. The biggest reason he should’ve have been was that he was supposed to be in prison. When did he get out and what was he doing here? More importantly how long have I been out?
“You’re finally up,” my father said when he noticed my eyes were open.
“What are you doing here?” I said, my words sounding like poison.
“I came to see you,” he told me flatly.
“Why are you out of prison?” I was angry now, and he could tell. I also knew that he would put on a good act until I was out of here.
“Good behavior,” he said with a sinister grin as he got up and left the room.
When he was gone I screamed, screamed as loud as I could. The room began to shake, my scream was so high pitched that the glass was breaking. Everything was rapidly moving, the room was spinning. What was going on? I opened my eyes again, all of the boys were in the room and they all wore scared looks on their faces. I was seizing. The doctors got my heart rate down and put me back under. This time there were no dreams.
I woke up for real this time. James and Carlos were both kneeling by my side, holding my hands in theirs. Logan was asleep on the small couch on the wall under the window and Kendall sat in a chair at the foot of my bed. I smiled when I saw them, because I knew that I was safe. “How are you feeling?” James asked me.
“Like shit,” I replied.
“Please don’t scare us like that ever again,” Carlos pleaded as he kissed my bandaged up wrist. “We were so worried.”
Kendall didn’t say anything. How could he? I let him down. I closed my eyes again, but images of Kendall’s face from earlier flashed in my mind. I will never be able to close my eyes again. I didn’t think I’d be able to function with them here. “Guys?” I asked trying to get their attention.
“Yes?” James replied.
“Do you think you could ask Demi to come see me when she has time?” I asked. “I need someone to talk to, and I love you but I live with you. I need a break.”
“Of course we can do that,” Los said with a smile, “And I bet she’d loved to come visit you too.”
So it was settled. I was getting a little bit of time away from the boys and maybe I’ll be able to talk about what’s going on in my head-if that doesn’t kill me first; later that day the doctor told me my seizer was caused because of suddenly increased rapid activity in my brain. I knew it was from my nightmare.
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