S P I L T ° Phillip Gallagher

Tears [11]

     Empty. My eyes made me feel blind. Dark. My heart felt missing. The loneliness vibrated threw the hospital room. Finger tips tingling more then any high I've ever felt. High. Heroine. I missed it. I craved it. No. I need it. Lack of energy, while having these things flow threw my body from the IV bag made want to shoot up seeing the needle in my arm. Anger grew from the inside slowly starting to flow threw my broken cracks. I stretched my legs out moving trying to stretch, it still didn't feel satisfied. I don't know what I needed, but what I was doing wasn't helping. My agitated groans turned into screams quickly. Shaking, squirming, and screaming. Nurses and doctors fled in fast. I kicked, threw my arms, tried to get up and run. A sharp pinch in my shoulder freezing me like I froze in time. I felt satisfied when I felt my body start to go numb as I started to drift asleep.

Sun shine on my skin, warmth that I haven't felt in years. My eyes crept open shutting at the bright light, my mind crept saying not yet like a little kid hitting snooze. Laying in the empty room I sighed stretching. I knew nothing would change. Nothing ever has, besides the restraining order sitting on the table next to the chair. My father only signed the bottom, a tear bounced off the bed sheets. He took hedge scissors to the last heart string I had for him and cut it while saying I love you.

Three solid slow knocks hit the door as the female doctor and a man walked in shutting the door behind her. The man walked over to the couch looking at the restrains on my wrists and ankles. His face had an expression directed at me, as if I was a puppet on strings.

"Miss Bethany, this is Detective Gwen.", she said replacing my IV bag.

He nodded as if it were a replacement for a handshake or a wave, "Tomorrow you will be going to court for two federal charges, Heroine Possession and Drug use."

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Walking back into the hospital room I've been staying in, I smiled from ear to ear. The luck I had got was more then just a miracle.

"How the fuck do you get two federal time charges dropped and put on in supervised probation!?", I said looking at the nurse handing me hospital clothes.

She let out a little chuckle and a shrug before walking out. I flopped down on the bed and took a deep breath. The joy I begged for finally filled me from my toes to the ends of my hair. My hands covered my face as I laughed and smiled from ear to ear. I sighed with happiness then stood up and started to change. The heavy door swung open as I laid my pants on the bed. My head jerked up as panic instantly turned to, love. He stood in the door way tears crashing to the floor from his ice blue eyes.

"Lip?", I whispered feeling my heart about to jump out threw my throat.

Tears made my eye sight go waving, making me to blind to see him run over and slam his body into me. Hugging me, Like he has never done before. I dug my face into his neck squeezing him as he held me with his head hidden in my shoulder. Time practically froze. Excitement made my heart feel like a little kid blowing out they're birthday candles. Blowing out all the candles. He was my wish. I didn't want to let go, making time start. His smell of nicotine and old spice was the only thing I wanted to greet my senses everyday.

He let go looking at me with deep breathes, I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit with a smile while looking at him. He looked like a mess. A worried, overwhelmed, sexy mess. His hands held my face as if it was going to disappear if he let go. My eyes looked at his, we booth took a breath of realization. He pulled me close holding me in his arms, then said in his groggy, raspy, horse voice, "I'm not going anywhere Boe."