Sweet Tooth

Chapter Eleven

-Sooo sorry I haven't updated. I've really been struggling with personal issues. I'm going to try and update frequently, but no promises. (Thank you so much if you've stick around this long! You guys are my only motivation to keep on going. Ily!) Again so sorry if this chapter seems rushed. Next scene is a 'hot' one. I actually describe it all for you c; I'll try my hardest to update soon! Also the song he sings at the end is NOT MY SOMG! It's by a guy named Matt, idk his full name, but look it up, it's called Faster. Thanks! I LOVE YOU GUYS!-

Gumball's Pov

I woke up from the sunlight breaking through the blinds and shining on my eyelids. I saw Marshall's head resting on my stomach. Had he spent the entire night here? That must've been an uncomfortable position to sleep in. I looked at him while he slept. He had his fingers entwinged in mine. His hair was messy and spread out across my stomach. His cheek was pushed up a bit and one of his fangs poked out. Just like the last time I had seen him sleeping. I wondered if that happenes every night. If so, that's adorable.

I looked at my arm and saw the gauze heavily wrapped around it, and the I.V poking out of my arm. I remembered what happened. I was being a douche to him. I just counldn't help it. I'm not used to people being close enough to wonder if i'm okay. I've never had someone care about me like Marshall does. And it was weird having him ask about what was going on. I was upset about Bonnie. I was thinking about my parents, and when they sent me away. The memories of my past came with Bubblegum. It was like the tears I had cried were in her eyes. And my sorrowful screams for forgiveness, were on her breath. Every time she smiled I saw my mother, and everytime she laughed I heard my father. I remembered the way they rejected me. The way they instantly cut me out of their lives. I rememered the letter Bonnie wrote to me, the first one. She said they cleaned out my room and made it into an office for dad. And she said they cut me out of all the pictures, without a single thought of regret. I felt tears swell in my eyes.

Okay, Gumball. It's better now. Bonnie said that mom and dad were sorry they rejected me. She said mom eventually broke down and fell into a depression. She said they wanted me to move back. They wanted me to come home. The thought made me both happy and angry at the same time. I vowed I would never go back there. I wanted to see them again, but I couldn't. They hurt me too much to be forgiven.

I shifted my thoughts to Marshall. I thought of the way Marshall had cried, his eyes so full of pain. It made me feel horrible inside knowing I caused him that much pain. I needed to tell him. I needed to tell him about all the other times. I needed to tell him about my legs. I had only turned to cutting my wrists out of impulse. I usually did my thighs. But I need to stop. If it hurt Marshall that much, I need to stop. I wouldn't be able to live knowing I hurt him that way.

I need to make it up to him though. How could I make it up to him? I got it. I thought. But I can't tell anyone. I don't want him to find out. He won't do it if he knows why I want him to.

"Mmgnhf..." I tried to shift myself, but I must've disturbed him. He rubbed his eyes back his one free hand. He peeled those gorgeous ruby red eyes open and looked at me. He smiled hapily and said, "Oh, Gummy you're awake." He had a slightly husky voice, saying he clearly didn't sleep very good from the awkward position he was in.

"I'm so sorry about all of this." I said sadly.

"It's okay Bubbs. You're okay, and that's all that matters." He kissed my hand and stood up. "I'm going to go find the doctor. He said you could leave today."

"Ok." I said as he left the room.

Just a few minuets later Marshall came back with the doctor and he took out all the things I was hooked up to. He changed my gauze and told me I'd have to wear it for two to three more days before they take the stitches out.