Fate |l.h. AU|

Ratty Old Boots

Luke’s POV

            It was silent in the hospital, like it had been for the last few days of me being here. I was here with my brother who had gotten his appendix out. I was relaxed in the waiting room while he slept when the events of the day took a turn for the worse. Within a matter of seconds the doctors and nurses were running around the lobby, frantic when a bloody girl came in on a stretcher, with paramedics pushing it, they were heading for a surgery room. I could see the blood soaking through the bandage that was wrapped around her lower arm, mainly around the wrist and I knew what had happened. Some might believe that it is an accident, when other would really know the pain that was hidden behind the smile she probably had on her face, the pain finally getting to much for her to take. It makes me wonder when her family will be entering the hell forsaken place where they will either get the best news or the most traumatizing news of their life.

 Right before they took the unknown girl through the doors towards the trauma rooms two young people came running though the door. The boy looked to be about 25. He had somewhat short brown hair that was pushed to the side, he wasn’t that tall but he was sort of muscular. The girl that followed behind caught my eye though. She had long brown hair that had a red tint, it wasn’t straight yet it wasn’t curly, just wavy it was really messy too. Her face was thin, and tanned. She had an amazing jaw structure, her nose was small and I noticed on the left side she had a small gold hoop. She was definitely fit. She had longer tan legs that were on view while she was in jean shorts. Her stomach was in view since she was only in a bra. It wasn’t till I noticed she was only in a bra that I noticed the blood all over her, especially on her hands and arms.

            She wasn’t even in the building long before she had dropped to the ground. She sat on the knees for a moment before a nurse walked over to her whispering something to her that I didn’t catch, than she walked away. The girl didn’t move, I’m guessing because she was to exhausted to move. So the boy made his way over to her, taking off his sweater and draping it over her shoulders helping her stand up. Then he began to lead her over to a chair, before sitting down she looked back to the doors her friend was just pulled through, but this time she made eye contact with me. No words were exchanged but yet there was a full conversation spoken. And I knew then that fate had brought us to this place.

Gray’s POV

            It’s been three days since I first found my best friend dying on her bedroom floor. It’s been half a week since my best friend was taken away from me. Sam’s in the ICU so I haven’t been able to see her but I don’t want to leave just in case something happens. Jason has gone home a few times, just to make sure that everything is okay. He also had to clean the blood off of the floor before it stained. I’m in dire need of a shower, I managed to get her blood off of my hands but it is still located in my hair and on my stomach. I’ve seen the mystery boy a few times, and every time something new intrigues me. I’ve realized he has blue eyes. And not just regular blue eyes, no his eyes are the brightest blue I’ve seen, but they also seem sort of grey, I looked into them once and I knew that I could get lost for hours in them, like they are hiding so many stories behind them and every time I look into them I would find out a new memory or secret that he’s hidden away. All I want is to look into his eyes for as long as I can. He also bites his lip a lot, most likely playing with his lip ring, but when he bites his lip its like I can read his mind, he goes so deep into thought that his tongue gently peeks out at the corner of his mouth, I’ve seen him talk as well, noticing the slight curve of his lips when he talks or when he smiles. He has the typical Australian accent but for some reason when he speaks its sounds so different to me, and I could listen to it forever. Yet I still don’t know his name.

I hadn’t realized it but I was lost in my thoughts for almost an hour before Jason walked over to me an put a his large hand on my small shoulder to get my attention. I looked up to him to see that he had bags under his eyes. “Go home and shower. Really it will be okay, if anything happens I’ll call you.” By this point I didn’t even want to argue, I knew that I stunk and I knew that there were bound to be complaints. I just nodded and stood up. Before I could walk away he handed me the keys to his truck and told me he was going to be here for a while and that I should make my way to my house and get into something clean and comfy. Once again I just nodded. It’s been three days since I’ve spoken, still to scared that my voice will be against me and decide not to work.

            The drive back to my house was short and once I was there I parked the car and headed straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to go to my room. I closed the door behind me and locked it then took off my old, dirty, bloody clothes and started the water making sure that it was scorching not caring if it burned me or not. Then I climbed into the hot water just standing there for a moment staring at the floor watching the blood pour off of me and down the drain, I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. I had been crying to 3 days straight never being able to stop until this morning when I couldn’t cry anymore, it hurt to much to cry so I didn’t. I stood in the shower for about 30 minutes, washing my hair and body then finally getting out and heading towards my room. I stopped before I grabbed the handle feeling that all to familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, eventually I got over the feeling and turned the knob and walked in. This time no one was on the floor, there was no blood, no pills and no body. I let out a small breath and got dressed as quick as I could. Putting on some black jeans and a ninja turtles shirt I borrowed from Jason years ago. I didn’t bother with makeup knowing that it would come off eventually, then I brushed my hair and headed to the front door. I threw on a pair of ratty old boots that ended up being Sam’s. I didn’t care though and I walked out of my house just to head back to the place I’ve been living in for the last few days, dreading that something had happened.