Scars

Part 2//Roses//Walker

Song: Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran

Walker's POV
"Is she okay??" I asked as my mom came out of the room.
"We are gonna have to bring her to the hospital. She bled out a lot." She said making my heart sink. I heard the sirens coming knowing that it was for Vana.
"Wanna ride with her or follow behind?" She asked me.
"I'll drive behind. But I wanna be there when she wakes up." I said. If she wakes up.
"She will wake up bub. She truley is a fighter, and i'm not just saying that because of her arm." My mom said and smiled as the sirens became louder signing that they were closer. I ran upstairs and packed a bag with my colors, pencils, markers, pens, paper and my big chunk eraser. I changed into a pair of grey joggers and a plack tee and my light purple snapback. I looked out my window to see her lifeless body and my heart sunk into my stomach.You better wake up Havana. I looked up to her room to see all her words and papers scattered around her room. I heard the sirens again and sighed as I knew that she was going to the hospital. I grabbed my bag and my keys and slipped on my Tims and ran over to her house to her room to see all her words scattered. I took a step into her room and grabbed her bag that has everything that she needs to write, pencils, pens, paper, a chunk eraser. All the needs. A book fell out of the bag and I picked it up. It was the book that she was writing about us. Another Bully Story read the first page making me cringe. I flipped open the pages as the imiages of me first finding this entered my head. I opened to a new page to see writing on it.
Entry 2,, Walker
You make things really hard for me,
And you know you do.
I'm so confused,
Things will never be the same.
You think long and hard
And maybe
Just maybe
It will be different.
But they will never really be different.
You have it all,
And I have very little.
You got your life handed to you,
And I got my cards dealt
You are on your two feet,
And I have to work and do the untinkable for mine.
You have your angel wings,
And I have my horns.
But you see these hands?
These are the hands of a man,
Who can do things the right way.
And protect the girl I love.
And after some time you are gone,
I sit here in my house.
The house that I have worked for,
From the ground up with these hands.
You see these hands,
Of a biker,
Of a player,
Of a monster,
Of a bully,
But hopefully you will see these hands
These hands of a true man.
I placed the book down and cupped my hands over my mouth trying to stop myself from crying. No. I flipped the page to see,
Entry 2,, Havana
We as people make mistakes,
And we as people need to learn from them.
Some people don't feel loved,
But most people are loved,
But there is always that darkness in the world,
Hiding people,
But there also is that light in the world,
Guiding people.
Life is very important
And life means more then peoples remarks.
No person can tell you who you are,
But you can tell yourself who you are.
Live life with a meaning,
And live life with the understanding
Of making mistakes.
I closed the book and held it into my chest.
"I love you Vana." I mumbled holding her book close to me like it was the last thing that I have from her. I placed her book in her bag and hopped on my bike and road to the store to get some roses for when she wakes up. I walked into the hospital filled with tears, screams, and sorrow.
"Fuck." I mumbled to myself as I stepped into the elevator with two back packs and a boquette of roses. I got to the third floor and walked over to the waiting room and sat in the chair that was directed twords her room. I opened her book to read more of her stories with her happy endings. I smiled reading them feeling my stomach get all warm and tingly on the inside. I opened her diary to see,
 Today is my first day back at school and i'm scared shitless. It has been a week since my father has beat the living shit outta me. And a week since Walker won't look at me. Jones hasn't left home keeping me company and Kodan won't come stop by to see me. I might as well just break it off with him. He doesn't really love me. No one loves me like Kyle ever did. Jones loves me with all his heart but only as a brother sister love and that's all that I see him as because I mean, he is my brother. I have been writing a lot more, comming up with new stories and new chapters and happy endings for my charactors. Because the happy endings that my charactors receive are the only happy endings that I will ever get. Yeah my charactors go through hell and back, but they always come back to each other in the end and live happily ever after. But I know that I will never get that. Jones has been reading my diary and making me remember the good old days when it was Walker, Kyle, Jones and I and it was us agenst the world. What happened?
"Life." I mumbled and let out a little chuckle remebering those days of running in the grass chasing after her, or all of us swimming in the water and I would always wrap my arms around her waist when her teeth started to chatter. And she never pushed me away. If anything she pulled me closer. Gah I miss those days. My mom walked twords me and smiled.
"Hey momma." I said and gave her a hug as she hugged me back.
"She's up." my mom whispered making me smile.
"Havana Wilde is asking for Walker?" a nurse said looking at my mom and me. I nodded my head and smiled as I grabbed the two bags and boquette of roses.
"Here is her room, she may be a little sleepy, she was very drowsy but I can assume your presence is her favorite because that is all that she talked about." The nurse said making me smile.
"You must be very happy that girlfriend fought. She truly is a fighter." The nurse said and smiled wider as she walked away leaving me in the doorway.
"Walk?" a scratchy yet beutiful voice said making my stomach flip inside out. I peered my head around her flowers and smiled.
"Hey Vana." I said.

And now as your author imma cry because Christains words are INSAINLY PERFECT GAHH I LOVE THEM AND THEY BLEND IN SO WELL WITH THE BOOK AND THE THEME AHHHHH AYAYAYYAYAYYAYAY!! Thank you again to Christain for letting me use his words that are breath taking. If you liked this chapter color that lil star orange and comment your ideas and thoughts and don't forget to add to your reading lists so you can see when I post a new chapter which is normally every Wednesday and Saturday and maybe an extra day if I have the time haha,, but untill then,, PEACE
~sarah