The Denial of Hearts (COMPLETED) [wattys 2018]

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Mason snatched her hand that held the small scissors as he let the weapon fall to the ground. He turned it over and saw the blood.

"Bloody hell!" He saw as he grabbed a towel and wiped at the blood. How did he not notice it? How did he miss it? How did he not notice the red liquid in her hair? On his hand?

Sarina had stabbed herself in the wrist. He couldn't tell if she had hit the artery or not, but the bleeding slowly came out, in a steady trickle. Maybe that was a good sign? He didn't know, but Mason jumped straight in to action.

Mason wrapped the towel around her wrist and applied pressure as he took hold on to her, pushing Sarina out off the bathroom, through her room and downstairs.

"Mrs Ferguson, we will be back later." Mason shouted as they walked out the front door, heading to Mason's car.

"I don't want your help." Sarina spoke softly to him as Mason placed her in the car and did her seat belt up.

"Too bad."

Running to his side of the car, and Mason got in and turned the engine on. It roared at first then calmed down. Putting it in the correct gear, Mason speed out off the property and to the hospital.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because."

Mason gritted his teeth. "Because is not an answer."

"Don't treat me like a child."

"Stop acting like one." Mason saw Sarina move the towel. "Leave the pressure on it."

The buildings were getting closer together and higher as they got closer to the hospital.

"It's my only way to get out from under my father. You don't know what it's like to live with him for eighteen years. The effects don't come off as soon as I leave. He will always have an effect on me."

"Why couldn't you just talk to me? Why take such a drastic action?"

"You don't care."

Mason looked at Sarina. She looked defeated and lost. "That's not true."

"That's the way it feels for me."

Mason sighed as he turned the corner. "I'm sorry you feel that way."

Sarina saw the hospital. "I don't want to go in there. They will admit me in to the mental ward. Pump me full of drugs."

"But for you to do that, it won't hurt to see someone."

Sarina shook her head as she stared at the intimidating building. "No."

Mason pulled in to the car park and turned the car off. "Sarina." He shifted his position so he could see her better. "You need to speak to someone."

Mason got out and walked to her door and opened it, waiting patiently for her to get out.

"I don't want to be treated like some crazy lady."

"No. You'll be treated as suicidal."

Sarina froze. She thought of that word. It never actually crossed her mind that she was suicidal. She just wanted the heart ache to end. The only way she could do that was create pain else where.

"No." She snapped. Her hand dropped from her other wrist. The blood had been absorbed in to most of the towel as it slipped. Mason bent down and picked up the towel and snatched her bloody wrist. He reapplied pressure and pulled Sarina out of the car before slamming the door.

Locking the car, Mason dragged Sarina into the emergency room.

"May I help you?" A nurse looked up from her desk. The waiting room was full of people with bandages, babies crying in their parents laps, some had buckets with them, others looked quite fine at first glances.