Battle Scars (Max and Harvey)

One

Ava's pov

I awoke to my phone blaring Tøp. I fluttered my eyes open and turned my music up. Unlike most teens I like waking up.

I put on a dark blue shirt that said Twenty Øne
                                                                     Piløts
It was the first merchandise my parents had let me buy. I cherished this shirt and if anything happened to it... I would kill you.

I put leggings on my applied mascara and eye liner to my face. I didn't wear lipstick. I combed my hair to my right side and put my glasses on.

I forced myself out of my room and ate breakfast. French Toast, my mom made it the best. My mother would heat toast and cover it with thick and creamy butter, then add a thick layer of sugar and cinnamon on top of that.

I had promised my dad to leave the house at eleven a.m. today was his and mom's anniversary. I walked around town, my face buried into my phone.

I was reading a fanfic about some girl who has to choose between her best friend and her boyfriend. Obviously you choose the best friend.

As I walked I bumped into someone. They had ear buds in their ears as well and were my height. I didn't apologize or anything but continued walking.

I walked until I had no idea where I was. Not a smart move. I might have glasses and look smart but I for sure am not.

I'm dumb af. I decided to attempt to recall my footsteps but it was unclear bcuz my book had distracted me.

I put my phone up and started walking around, trying not to act alarmed. After two hours of hopeless walking in circles I have up.

My phone was at ten percent and it was 2:36 and I was lost. I texted my mom that I was lost. It actually happened alot, me getting lost.

I sat on a bench I had found and waited for my parents car to come... but it didn't. I looked at my phone again. 2:58 and 4% battery left.

I started freaking out, what else am I supposed to do? I consistently checked my phone and my battery slowly went down. As I drained the life from my phone the time ticked.

No mom no dad. My battery was at one and it was already 3:02 I texted my mom again and she responded that she was in her way to Shelfie.

Shelfie is a store that sells Selfie sticks and phone Crap, but also it sells shelves, cupboards, and tables. It was a weird store.

I slowly dragged my feet to the store. The stores huge sign became within my vision and I spotted an ambulance. I got closer and saw police and ambulance around two cars.

One looked familiar. It was a black tint and had a bumper sticker of a family of three. Like my car. I refused to say it was mine.

I sprinted to the car using all my legs might to see my mom sprawled out on the cement, blood coming from her head.

The nurses picked her up and put me in the ambulance. That's when I ran to her. I didn't see dad anywhere. I ran to mom and hugged her.

The nurses ushered me to leave. I ignored them and thought of how this is all my fault. If I was more responsible than they wouldn't have been hurt.

The nurses pulled me off my mom and just started shouting. I don't recall what I said but I do know it was PG13.

I do recall the police and nurses taking me in the ambulance. My memory is a bit foggy after that... I do know I woke in the hospital with both of my parents past out and heart monitors beeping.

I stayed with them there for twelve hours before I was told to go home. I went to Carrie's house and told her everything.

She got me ice cream and turned the TV on. She was trying to take my mind off of the incident. On the TV was TMR.

I fell asleep in Carries family room drowned in my tears. Carrie woke me up and told me we could go to the hospital.

I didn't want her to come. Her to see what I had done. What I had caused. Guilt covered my body swallowing me whole.

When I reached the hospital my Aunt was there. "Ava, your parents are doing good... but they will be in the hospital for six months," she said.

"Doing fine? Than why are they in the hospital?!" I yelled. My eyes filled with tears. What if they die? It'll be my fault.

"Your going to have to stay at Uncle John and Aunt Mary's place while they recover," she continued. Uncle John lives in England!

England! I've always wanted to go to a new country, but not like this. I don't want to leave mom and dad. "Why can't I stay with you?" I asked her.

I already knew why, she worked full time and never was home, I might as well be at my own home. I looked her in the eyes.

My last day in America.

My last normal day. My days without them. Without boys. 💔

A/N
Hey!
So this is my first book I've actually made the character like me.
I don't know if this is a good beginning so pls comment if you like it or nah.
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