Scarlett

Dissappointment

disappointment
\ ˌdis-ə-ˈpȯint-mənt \
dis·ap·point·ment
the feeling of sadness or displeasure caused by the non fulfillment of one's hopes or expectations.

"Scarlett? Oh my god! Scarlett, what happened?!" My eyes slowly fluttered open to see the blurry form of someone at my door. As soon as it clicked in what was going on, I bolted straight up, suddenly alert and clear headed. "I'm- I'm calling an ambulance."

"Henry, no!" I called desperately, reaching out my hand as if that would somehow stop him. He stopped tapping at his phone and looked back up at me, eyes wide and full of shock. "It's fine. I'm fine. Just please don't call an ambulance."

"You don't look fine." He said, eyes trailing downwards. I followed his gaze to see my gashed arms. There was blood everywhere. I definitely went overboard this time. I even passed out. I'm not even sure if it was from blood loss or if the sight was too much for me to handle. Either way, I went too far. "I really think I should call someone."

"Don't! It's- It's nothing! Please, just trust me." I almost begged as I tried my best to shield my arms without getting blood on even more of my clothes.

"What... What happened?" He asked softly, shifting awkwardly. To that, I frowned and glanced back down at my arms as I turned them over.

I feel disgusting, sitting on the floor in the middle of my own mess. I don't think I've ever felt more ashamed. I hate that anyone had to witness this disgusting sight, especially Henry of all people. Why did he have to see me like this? Why is he here?

A concoction of shame, sadness, and frustration bubbled up inside me and soon enough, it was leaking out of my eyes in the form of hot tears.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked harshly. I refused to look at him. Instead, I stared down at my legs as I let tears drip onto them and sink into the fabric.

"I... I just came to visit. Your mom said you were in your room and that I could go on up." He explained, his tone soft and cautious as if he was scared he would say the wrong thing. I can only imagine what he must have been thinking.

"She told you that you could come up." I repeated, more to myself than to him. My mother literally invited him into my room without my permission. What the hell was she thinking?

Most mothers would hate the idea of a boy being in their daughter's room. They'd be 100% against it. But not my mother. My mother is so desperate to pair me up with someone male that she'd probably send any boy up to my room.

"Do you- do you want me to get some bandages?" Henry piped up after probably doing nothing but watch me softly cry for a minute. I lifted my head and only frowned at him in response. Bandages? "I mean, your cuts look pretty bad. You should probably at least put some band-aids on or something."

I wasn't really sure how to respond to that. I had never even thought about bandaging my cuts. The most I've ever done is clean them with water, but bandaging them hadn't even crossed my mind.

I ended up remaining silent as I couldn't conjure up any sort of response.

"I'm gonna go find something in the bathroom." And just like that, he was gone.

I was feeling a lot of different emotions in that moment. I felt mad because this whole situation just sucked. I felt scared because I didn't know what was going to happen because of this. But more than anything else, I was confused.

Why isn't Henry more upset? Why didn't he just leave when he saw the disgusting sight that he did? Why is he helping me?

After I went over these questions numerous times in my head, Henry returned with a roll of white bandages and a wet towel in hand.