tears escaped as i watched the ambulance take off to the hospital. my head started to pound as my alcohol wore off and i was left a mess.
i kicked at the gravel on the way to my trailer, then this sudden rage came before me and i wanted to know who started that stupid fucking rumor and why i didn't just ask about it myself. all we needed to do was talk it out and i could've still had my love, so this never would've happened if i'd just asked her, like a man, like she believed i was.
my walk came to an end as i saw my aunty standing outside, she wore a worried expression. "sweet pea, where the hell were you?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"aunty v, i was at the wyrm, why?" she gulped, i knew she had a thought that was me getting taken away by paramedics.
by the time i got up the steps i was embraced by the worried woman who'd been my mother figure for years. "i'm alright vicky, i really am, i'm just tired," i lied. she nods, i opened the door and went inside, my aunty following close behind.
i made my way to my bedroom, shrugging off my jacket then the rest of my clothes, leaving myself in boxers and a plain black shirt. once my head it the pillow i was out like a light.
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"mr. y/l/n, she's alright, but has she been eating at all?" i heard muffled voices while trying to open my eyes, which i eventually did but shut right away.
"at school, but she doesn't eat breakfast or dinner," my dad responded to the, i'm guessing, doctor. truth is, i've skipped every meal since that day, so this is possibly a side effect of not eating for over five weeks. "the lack of calories eventually dies down and the body doesn't function well, but when she wakes up, help us get her to eat?" the doctor questioned.
my head started to hurt from all the beeping noises that annoyed the hell out of me. "dad, i wanna go home," i spoke softly, while trying with all my might to open my eyes, the room was bright which made it slightly worse. "eat for me, maybe the doctor will discharge you after," i only nodded, if that was my chance to not be here than i'll take it.
he told me he was going to get the doctor, i groan in response from how cold i was. soon after, i heard the door open but it was silent. "i'm not sleeping, it's too bright in here," i reassured the doctor or nurse.
"i'll close the blinds?" that was not the doctors voice, nor a nurse. "what do you want, sweet pea?" i asked, pulling the blanket over my head.
he sighed, pulling a chair next to the uncomfortable bed, "to talk to you, like i should've." he admits. he hates when he's wrong. god, why'd you send me a stupid boy like him? "two months ago," he added, his voice low for once.
"why here, why now? i told you to leave me alone," i was getting agitated with him now, so my voice got a little higher than his. my eyes fully opened so i yanked the blanket off of me, seeing sweet pea's face buried in his hands, the sight made my heartache and i wanted to break down as well.
"damnit sweets, no matter how bad i hate you right now, i love you." he looked at me surprised, tears still trickled down his beautiful featured face. "but, i-i left you w-when you n -needed m-me, h-how do you love me?" he sobbed, i took his hand in mine, rubbing it, shaking my head.
"so what, everyone left when i needed them, at least you owned up to it," i stated still stroking his hand, calming him down from getting too worried about me.
once sweet pea repeatedly apologized to me he left so i could have a better chance of getting out and away from this place.
