Don't Throw Your Life Away (Nick Clark x Reader) (FTWD)

(Nick Clark x Reader) Don't Throw Your Life Away

I forcefully pushed myself backwards until I felt my back bump against the tree behind me. My body was in pain, but I hardly noticed because my mind was racing. I had managed to get away from the horrific scene, but the images were burned into my mind. No matter how hard I tried to block it out and focus more on the physical pain, the images just kept playing through my head like a slideshow. I felt lightheaded as I gazed down at my mangled leg. There was blood everywhere, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was I had no idea if it was mine or not. I attempted to move my right leg, quickly realizing that it was more than just scuffed. It was broken. I bit my lip and crossed my arms as I looked up at the trees surrounding me. I took a deep breath, accepting that I would be dead in due time.

"Hey." I heard a low whisper emanate from what sounded like a young male before me. I snapped out of my daze and caught eyes with the boy. He was covered in dark blood from head to toe. Even his hair seemed to be slicked back with the dark liquid. He had a curious, yet concerned expression plastered on his face. At this point, I had accepted my fate, so I did not attempt to protect myself. I stayed perfectly still. Things could not possibly get any worse than they already were.

"I don't have anything for you to take," I simply stated, looking down at the ground.

The boy's eyes wandered down over my figure, noticing the condition of my leg.

"What happened to you?" he slowly lowered himself onto his knees to get a better look at me, completely ignoring my previous statement. My eyes darted back up for a split second, then met the ground again. I just wanted him to leave me alone.

"What does it matter? Just leave me alone, please," I pleaded as I felt the tears threaten to fall from my eyes. I heard the boy sigh. I lifted my head to look at him. He had a serious expression.

"Whether you want me to or not, I am going to get you help. I am not just going to let you die," he stated. At this point my vision began to blur. I was not even given the opportunity to refuse the boy's words. Before long, things faded to black.

I woke up in small, somewhat dirty bed that was accompanied by curtains that made it impossible for me to see what else was around me. I could hear the faint coughs of others and idle chatter on the other side of the curtains. The curtains shifted and revealed a clean, blood free version of the boy from earlier. The memories began to flood back, causing me to bite my lip and fight back tears. The boy pulled up a chair next to the bed.

"The doctor said your leg will be fine," he stated just before locking eyes with me.

"But, we all kind of need to know what went down before I brought you here. I hate to ask right now, but-"

"I lost every reason I had to be alive," The boy before me seemed upset by what I said. I took a deep breath and attempted to keep my composure as I continued on, "My family was killed by some bad people. They left me in this state instead of just killing me," I managed to get out just before several of the tears I had been previously holding back began to gush out.

"I was ready to d-die and you just rui-ined-" I stopped mid-sentence when I felt him place his hand gently over mine. Regardless of how hurt, embarrassed, and enraged as I was all at once, I just stared back at him, awaiting his words.

"No matter how alone you think you are, you are not. You never will be. You may think you have lost everyone that will ever care about you, but you're wrong," he wrapped his hand around mine softly, "I know your family would have wanted you to keep living. You are still alive, which is something to be thankful for in a world like this. You can still help people and work towards a better life for yourself and others. Don't throw your life away."