(Matt's POV)
Regret...
Regret's all I feel.
But hey, I'm not back in a straight jacket. And that's good enough for me. God, I miss him so much. All I've been seeing in this, stupid fucking hospital is white! White clothes under white bed sheets in a white room. He's my color. Dylan Alvarez, is my color. He's the color I so desperately need in this fuckin' circus.
He hasn't come to see me sense the day I got here. That one fucking day...
-
"You said you wouldn't fucking do that anymore!" he yelled angrily from the door way.
I kept my head and ran a hand through my hair, "Yeh well, it's not as easy as it looks,"
"Ya know what? I'm fuckin' done. Your going to get help, cause I can't deal with it anymore," He said walking out of the room and down the hall. I looked down at my scared cuts, looking up and seeing the bloody bandage across my wrist.
I sighed at the sight, "Let's go," He said coming back in the room. I followed him out to his car, and took a good look at our house. Before he sped off and took me to where I'll be for, God knows how long.
-
I'd take it back a million times if I could. But, maybe it's for the best. I mean, I am 'crazy' and what ever. Most of my cuts are from when I was in high school. Dam, that was a hard time. An old friend killed themselves and said it was my fault. And it all went down hill from there.
I was fine for a while, but not to long ago I started doing it again. Really looking back on my life and noticing what I've done over the years. Nothing..
I laid down on my bunk, looking over my scars, when a nurse came in. "You have a visitor, " She said, closing the door to go get them. I sat up hoping that it was Dylan, but thought over it again, and tried not to get my hopes up. I haven't seen him sense the day he drove me here, why the fuck would he come back to see me?
Being so lost in thought, I noticed a pare of shoes in front of my bunk. And looked up to see pair of brown eyes staring right back at me.
Dylan's...
I felt tears pricking my eyes as I jumped in his arms, "Hey," He said smiling, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed my back once I started sobbing. "I love you... Please don't let go... Don't ever let go..."
"Okay, I won't..." He said picking me up, "Time to go home.."
Short, but hopefully it'll will filter out all the smut I've written -_-
