The New Guy

Hospital Room

*Dream*

I sat up. Where the fuck am I?

I was alone. In the middle of the woods.

Standing, I swayed, and grabbed a tree for support.

"Woah..." 

I looked around, studying my surroundings. The forest was unusually quiet. No birds, no hidden animals. Just me.

I began walking forward, keeping my steps quiet and looking around.

*Dream over*

I woke up in a bright room.

I was alone.

Hooked up to a bunch of wires and an I.V.

"Ugh." I yanked the needle out, and took off the arm cuff, and a machine started beeping wildly. I yanked out the plug before it could catch attention.

My clothes were on a chair, so I quickly changed.

I looked out the window. I just happened to be on the second floor. 

Noiselessly, I opened the window, and kicked out the screen, and slid out onto the ledge. 

Creeping along the edge, I finally got to the side of the building, and jumped into a bunch of bushes.

"Fuck!" They were NOT soft bushes.

Carefully, I looked around, and found no one.

Goodbye hospital room.

Running, I didn't look behind me.

I didn't look until I got back to my house.

My keys were in my pocket, and I unlocked the door. 

Inside, it was quiet. Empty. Alone.

I went into the bathroom.

In the mirror was me. (haha what else did you expect? lol)

My nose had started to bleed again, so I cleaned it up.

"What happened?" I spoke to my reflection quietly. 

My reflection didn't reply.

Frustrated I left the bathroom, and sat on the couch. My phone rang, and Braden's face popped up.

"Hello?"

"Where the fuck are you?" He sounded pissed.

"Wherever I want to be." 

I heard him sigh. "Chelsea. Where are you? You jumped out of your fucking hospital room window."

"Braden I can't do this right now." Standing, I walked over to the stereo and put in My Chemical Romance, and blasted it.

"Braden I have to go. I'll be home at some point, I think."

I didn't wait for his reply, and hung up.

Running upstairs to the beat of the music, I grabbed my already packed bag, with everything I'd need. 

But I didn't hear the door open, and Braden was in my doorway.

I froze under his icy blue eyes.

The music had stopped downstairs.

"Chelsea? What the hell?"

I didn't speak, I didn't move.

"Chelsea, were you gonna leave again?"

I shrugged.

Braden sighed loudly, then turned around, leaving me standing there with the bag in my hands, alone.

Dropping the bag, I sat on my bed, and pulled out my old blade, and did what I knew I shouldn't have. I cut. 1, 2, 3, 4, countless times... I cried, and I cut, and I bled out. I remembered the good times. Meeting Colby, meeting Braden, finding out I had a brother, making new friends. Finding love. Yet I kept going. Braden had even given up on me. I fucked everything up. I don't know what to do. I run away every time and that never works. So what? Suicide? 

Suicide. The idea of it rolled around in my mind. 

S-u-i-c-i-d-e. Hmm.

I really don't know. 

I walked to the bathroom, my steps silent. Passing Braden's door, I saw it was almost closed. I heard quiet sobs. 

What have I done?

Oh god. Forgetting my wrist, I went to the door. 

"Braden?" I whispered his name, but he didn't reply. 

Pushing the door open slightly, I found him on his bed with his head in his hands, crying.

More tears ran down my cheeks, seeing him like this. 

"Braden I'm so sorry." I sighed quietly. He didn't move.

"Braden if I could take it all back I-" He looked up and I stopped talking.

He shook his head. "Chelsea... you are the love of my life, the girl who hold the fucking key to my heart, yet you destroy yourself. You hurt yourself, and you have no fucking idea how much that hurts me." His voice was deadly quiet.

I sighed again, and turned to leave. "I'm sorry." 

I left the room.