Spaces H.S

Chapter 15

Don't try to make me stay or ask if I'm okay, I don't have the answer.

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Carter's P.O.V

I slowly opened my eyes, a bright light was beaming down above me. At first I thought I was in Heaven but then I saw my mum smiling down at me. I opened my eyes fully and saw that I was in a hospital bed. Different wires were hooked up to my body and my parents were sitting down beside my bed. "Hey Cart, how are you feeling?" Mum asked me.

"Like shit." I said and closed my eyes for a few seconds to try and get rid of the headache. "How long was I asleep for?"

"About five days, you're okay though nothing drastic has changed..." Mum said, looking down at her palms. She always did that when she was nervous or lying but I was in no shape to start questioning her about it.

"Your friend was here." Dad smiled, "He spent the entire weekend at your side but we told him to go to school."

Harry was here?

All of a sudden, I felt ashamed at myself for dragging Harry into my life. He didn't need to see me in this state. I didn't want him to see me weak and vulnerable. This could change everything! I feel terrible for making him witness this and I knew that I couldn't let him witness it again. What if he hates me now? What if he thinks I'm weak? What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore? I knew this would happen and I can't let it happen again.

I need to stay away from Harry.

My thoughts were interrupted when we heard the door open. Doctor Anne came in smiling, holding a clip board. "Hey Carter, how are you?" She questioned.

"I've been better." I chuckled.

"We're going to run a few tests and if everything turns out okay we'll let you go." She continues. "Miss Jones can I talk to you for a minute?" Her smile disappearing.

Mum gulped and stood up to go and talk to Doctor Anne outside.  "So this Harry boy then..." Dad wiggled his eyebrows.

"Dad! It's not like that...." I sighed.

"I know, I know but he's a very handsome young man." He smirked. I groaned and turned over to face the other way. No way am I having this conversation with my Dad. He chuckled and went back to reading his book.

I looked outside the window and let my thoughts take me away. I didn't want to lose Harry but he was better off without me. He doesn't need this type of drama in his life. Once again, I've failed at being the person I built myself to be and this is the consequence. Harry shouldn't have to deal with my issues when he was content with his life before me.

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We were on our way back to my house. Since waking up all I've wanted to do was go back to sleep again. I've felt miserable and my head was pounding, not only from the medication and the dramatic episode that happened a few nights ago, but also because I couldn't stop thinking about Harry.

We rolled into the drive and saw someone sitting on our front doorstep. It was Harry. I sighed and got out of the car. Don't talk to him Carter, don't talk to him Carter.

He smiled and stood up, I walked straight pass him and went to unlock the door. "Carter?" Harry asked, confused.

Once I had unlock the door, I took my shoes off and ran upstairs to my room closing the door behind me. I slid down onto the ground and prayed that he would make things easier and go away.

I heard a soft knock at the door, "Carter, what's wrong please open the door." Harry begged.

I ran my fingers through my hair, "No Harry go away, I don't want to see you anymore!" I yelled back.