We're Pretty Messed Up[On Hold Till Further Notice]

Chapter Twelve

Don't be shy to comment (0_0) that really makes my day ❤️. Quick update because I have a week of holiday yas. Anyways get ready children.

The lines in Chipotle were as long as my cocaine lines and I was not happy. The screaming children that ran around in their pajamas were giving me a headache. I mean where are your parents?

I hate people sometimes. It's a little late for a Chipotle run guys. But then again who am I kidding, it's never too late for fast food.

The sticky floor which made it difficult to move my crutches but I was on a mission. I was determined to get out of here alive with my chicken at hand.

By the time that I got to the front of the line I was heart broken. I had gotten the bottom of the barrel chicken. I was mad but I plastered on my fake smile to the cashier and grabbed the big brown bag.

I was running low on cash after I paid the cab driver but I figured it was worth it. I clutched onto that paper bag like my life depended on it as the cab swerved into the drop of zone at Lakeview Hospital. I swear I can't escape this place, I couldn't believe I was about to say this but I want to go home. Where my bed is and where Jordan is five minutes away bantering over an online game. I missed that little pickle so much, this was the longest I haven't hung out with him since we became friends. He must be worried sick. I made a mental note to text him as soon as I leave Cole's room. I also wonder how Avery was doing too. Butterflies entered my stomach at the thought of her so I pushed every single thought out of my mind to prevent distractions.

The sterile hospital smell hit me straight on as I entered, the usual sight of people in blue scrubs rushing about and the face of heartbroken families lay in front of me. I hated hospitals so much.

The secretary wasn't the nicest either but who could blame her, if I was stuck in this place all day I would be psychotic by now. Not that I'm not already batshit crazy but I feel for her, at least she gave me the directions to Cole's room.

I stood outside awkwardly with my brown paper bag.

Come on sky don't be a baby, just knock already.

Well if it's that easy why don't you do it.

Oh wait, I'm talking to my damn self. I really am batshit crazy. I'm just going to do it, I can't get more awkward than I already am.

Twisting the door handle while balancing crutches and a bag is honestly a challenge but I managed to gracefully enter the room, yeah okay I'm lying I stumbled right into the room and made eye contact with Cole. He looked way better and more alive. His wounds were stitched up and scattered around his body surrounding what looked like older scars. Here the rest of the world and i thought Cole Braxton was flawless but what lay in front of me was nothing more than a broken boy trying to piece himself back together.

He awkwardly coughed and sat up on the hospital bed, exposing his bare toned back. I made sure to shut the door after I set the food down.

"So.." I nervously started off, how on Gods green earth are you supposed to ask why he threw himself off a cliff nicely?

"I'm sorry sky. There are things that I've done in my life that are far too destroyed to fix." He says quietly, refusing to look me in the eye as the words leave his mouth.

"Nothing is too broken to be fixed, sure it won't be permanently fixed but something is better than nothing, have you thought about seeking professional advice?" I ask fidgeting with my fingers like I do when I'm nervous.

"Oh yeah and spend time with a person who thinks you're looney and thinks they're better than you, I'll pass." He says harshly but I see his facial expressions soften as he looks at how nervous I really was speaking to him.