Gone...

Chapter 2

It was a long night of two drunk boyfriends making out. I passed out on the leather couch with Aoba on top of my shirtless body. The red, deep, purposefully made cuts showed from my wrists up to my shoulder. My face had black-blue-purple deepening bruises. Same goes with my knuckles.

It was around 6 a.m. when I woke up. I saw Aoba still on top of me. I got out from under the warm sleeping Aoba making sure to not wake his mind up. I head over the soft carpet to the cold tiled bathroom. I knowingly step into the bathroom shutting the wood door behind me.

I look out the bathroom window. There's a crow. I ignore the crow and look at the razor. I sigh, grab the razor and do a few cuts. I clean the new blood dripping cuts so Aoba doesn't suspect anything. I walk out of the tiled bathroom looking at Aoba. I grab my pizza stained shirt and put it over my cut, bare body. Before I head out of the door, I write a letter to Aoba, as I have for the past few months. I walk out his sweet home and get in my '67 black Chevrolet impala. I put the key in the ignition and start her up.

I pull out of newly cemented driveway onto the familiar road. I drive for twenty minutes before turning into the doctor's office. Sighing I park my car. Turning the beautiful car off and taking the key out of the ignition. I get out. Breathing in the cool fresh crisp air, I walk into the doctor's office. I get into the mirrored elevator and press the five signaling I want to go to the fifth floor. Finally getting to the fifth floor, I walk out and turn left seeing the doctor's office door right ahead of me.

Enter the much taller than me wooden door, I walk up to the simple sign in counter. Signing myself in like I have the past dozen times. Paying for my visit I sit in a leather chair waiting for someone to call my name. I wait for twenty minutes until a girl with brown hair, blue eyes, and shorter than me. I walk into a familiar room where the girl took my blood pressure, weight, and height.

It was all normal for my age. Which is good. That same girl brought me into a different room and told me, "The doctor will be with you shortly." Maybe five minutes later my doctor walked in. About 20 minutes pass and I get up. Choking back the burning,painful, and sorrowful tears, I get up and head to the checkout counter. I scheduled another appointment and left. Getting back to my car. I unlock the dust '67 black Chevy impala. Getting in, I hear my coil go off.

Aoba: hey baby I saw your note. Just to let you know.

Noiz: okay. I'm gonna head back to my place. I have something to sort out

Aoba: okay. Love you

Noiz: love you to

A crow flew past my dusty, need to be cleaned window when I looked up. A couple of tears fall down my cold pale cheeks. Those couple leading to few then to many. I sat in the godforsaken parking lot for 30 minutes before calming down. Looking at my perfect clean mirror, I see how bloodshot my green depressed eyes are.

I tell myself that I'll get over it and I will get better. Aoba can't know though. There's seven crows that just landed on the ground. I start my Black 1967 Chevrolet Impala up. I start driving home. It only takes ten minutes to get home because there isn't any traffic right now. I have to be admitted soon. I do not know when, but I know I at most have a couple week before being admitted. Unless this, problem, decides to move faster.

Getting home, I park, walk inside my house closing the door behind me. I lay on the couch and I start to cry again. "This can't be happening!" I scream scaring the one crow in my window. I cry for hours before I pass out from all the crying. I sleep for a good four hours before waking up. I get up and I realize I was also crying in my sleep. "Great," I whisper to myself before grabbing a beer and deciding to watch television.

Before I knew it, I was getting worse way faster than expected. I kept telling Aoba that I was fine and it was just a cold. He didn't believe me, which I wouldn't of believed myself either. I got worse and worse, until one night, I was so bad I had to call 9-1-1. I was soon rushed to the hospital. I blacked out once I got to the hospital. I woke up hours later after my surgery which was suppose to wait.

I eventually called Aoba and he rushed his ass over to the hospital fast. He entered the room. His eyes already bloodshot, his hair not brush, he had a hoodie and sweatpants on. He hugged me lightly and cried into my shoulder for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't cry because I had no tears left. I was numb. I couldn't feel a damn thing. He finally let go. I was just a blank, couldn't say anything. It was a very awkward silence. I eventually started to tear up. My secret I've kept for months on ends finally got released. I love Aoba with all my heart but I just couldn't let him know.