The next day is Thursday. Today, I'm going to another hospital that I've been to hundreds of times. Yay! That means a trip in an ambulance. I wake up and there's no point in getting ready. I stay in my pyjamas. Mum and Dad stayed over the last two nights and so did 5SOS. I wait for the ambulance, which finally comes. I hop onto the bed thing and head off to London. Yeah. London Town. There's a song called "London Calling" by The Clash. I like it. The ambulance is a bit dull and it doesn't even put on the sirens. What kind of ambulance doesn't put the sirens on? I know what kind. A shit one! It's a long and crappy ride and there's traffic. This is what I can see from the window. Some workers are building a house. It looks as if it's falling to pieces. Business men and women are talking shit to people. I don't give a damn.
Finally, we get to the hospital. We go through endless corridors and finally up to the teen bit in the hospital. I get wheeled into the room and I hop onto the bed. Then endless doctors and nurses come and ask pointless questions and I get yet another cannula and hooked up to another drip. Then we're left to our own devices, doing what ever we please.
"There's a cafe, if you want to go down for a bit," I say to no one in mind. Mikey just nods. Rude! What an arse! I'm bloody pissed off, that's why I just called him an arse! I groan. I'm so bored. I go on my iPod and play "Minecraft". I'm addicted to it.
"Shit," I murmur to myself as I get eaten by zombies. I hate this stupid game!
"I'm so bored!" I morn to Cal. He's sleeping, the little weasel. He has it easy. I try to sleep, but I can't. I'm so pissed off at the bloody world right now, I just want to cry! That's what I do. I cry. At some point, I'm just about to go to sleep, when I think I see Mikey get up and go to the bathroom. (The room has an attached bathroom.) I get up, despite the pain, and go to check it out. (TRIGGER WARNING) I see him get out a razor. Holy shit. I see the scars. He's about to drag it across his arm when I scream.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl With Scars | A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction✅
Fanfiction18-year-old Katie isn't perfect. She has scars from experiences that she doesn't want to talk about. The scars are 18 years worth of hospitals, operations and cannulas. The stories behind the scars, well, they scare her. One day, when she's at schoo...
