SCARS

7

I woke up early the next morning. The only person in the room was Beck, asleep in the chair beside me. I looked around and as soon as I had stirred, he woke up. 

"Hey." He said, putting a hand on mine.

"Hi." I responded, groggily. "Where is everyone?"

"Oh, Knox, Edie and Ryker had to go home at two. They stayed until their curfews though, they really wanted to see you wake up." 

I smiled. "What about you? Do your parents not give you a curfew?" 

He looked at our hands. "Just my dad." He said, sadly. "And no. He doesn't really care about..." He drifted off and looked around the room. "things." 

I squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you're with me." 

He smiled. "Yah, who else is supposed to check on you every five minutes to see if you're breathing or not. I mean it's not like you're in a hospital."

"Yah, with you here I might as well be hooked up to a machine that tells you my heart is beating." I mused, and he laughed. When he laughs, he gets a wrinkle in between his eyebrows. Then he got serious. 

"I shouldn't have punched that guy at the party." He said, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. "You wouldn't be here if I hadn't." 

"He deserved what he got." I said 

"I know that but you didn't." 

I sighed. "I'm not going to be able to do the musical." 

He looked down. "I shouldn't have punched him." 

"Or, I just shouldn't have worn heels that night." I responded, smiling. "It's okay. It's in the past. We can't change it."

He smiled sadly, and I thought of all the people who saw what happened that night. All of the brutal high schoolers  who wouldn't stop staring at me for being a "cutter." 

"Oh god, how am I going to go back there." I put a hand to my forehead for a second then ran it through my hair. 

Beck didn't say anything, he just stared at me quietly. I could tell he was looking at me the way he did before I went into surgery, so I did the same thing. I memorized the wrinkles between his eyebrows, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. I memorized his slightly crooked nose and his jawline. And before I could even look at his lips, they were on mine. His kiss was sweet at first, he was tentative. Then he put his hand on my neck and grazed his fingers up to my jaw. Our lips parted too soon and he stayed a moment, with his forehead to mine, keeping his hand on my jawline, his thumb below my chin. He put his hand down and found my wrists, keeping our heads together so I could feel his nose barely grazing mine. Then he smiled. 

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He said, with relief. 

I put a hand on his cheek and kissed him again, this time he was more confident. 

Then my mother walked in.