No One Can Know About Us (Motionless In White)

When You Feel So Tired, But You Can't Sleep.

2 Weeks Later: 

"Ange, I swear to God, if you don't stop drumming, I'm going to stick that drum stick up your ass," I growled at him from the hospital bed. It's all he's been doing for the past week since I woke up. 

"Sorry," he muttered. "I just can't help it." 

"I know," I sighed. "I'm as bored as you are, Ange." 

He gave me a weak smile and ruffled my hair. "I doubt that. I think Kelly said that you could go home soon. So that's good."

"That's great. I just want to go home and sleep in my own bed! That would be awesome." I stuck my tongue at him as he rolled his eyes. A few minutes later Kelly waltzed in with a giant smile on her face. "What?"

"Get your shit, I'm taking you home," she laughed. 

I smiled and swung my legs over the bed and got up, wincing at the pain in my ribs. The surgery went great but they told me to expect some discomfort for awhile. "Thank you so much!"

Ange helped grab everything and Kelly handed me a bag of clothes. "I thought you might want to put something comfortable on."

I hugged her lightly and walked into the bathroom to change. My body was covered in bruises and scratches. Though to my surprise who ever worked on my face left no trace of an accident and the doctors did their best to avoid screwing with my tattoos. I ripped the gown off and pulled the sweats on and then some over sized t-shirt that I normally wouldn't bother wearing with pants. I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail before I slipped on my Ugg boots and walked back out.

"Ready?"

"You have no idea," I chuckled. I grabbed the clip board that Kelly had and signed all the forms that were letting me go home. I handed them to a nurse and walked out of the building and towards Ange's car. "Anything new from any of the guys?" 

"Nope," Ange sighed. "Sarah and Ricky are official. Devin and Kylie miss the shit out of you as per usual. Josh and Ryan hope you get better. And Chris... met someone."

"He met someone?"

Ange nodded and gave me a light hug since I was still recovering. "I'm sorry, Talie. Apparently she's an old friend of the band's and they just clicked or something. He was telling me about her the other night."

"Oh." 

"Ange maybe you should cut back on Chris' relationship," Kelly warned as she shot me a nervous glance. 

I shook my head and let out a dry laugh. "No no, it's fine. It was bound to happen eventually, right? If he's happy, there's nothing I can do about it." 

We drove home in complete silence. I stared out the window at all the passing cars and wished that I had died in the accident. It would save me from the heartbreak. I just thought Chris would be there when I woke up. I thought he cared. Yeah, he doesn't show it very well, but I always knew. Now I'm not so sure. I sighed and cracked a small smile at the sight of my neglected house. 

"Are you going to be okay," Ange asked. 

I nodded. "I'll be awesome." 

I grabbed everything and waved to them as they drove away. I unlocked the front door and walked inside. Grimm instantly ran to me and started brushing against my legs. I picked him up and walked to the kitchen. It was the same as it was two weeks ago when I left. 

"I think it's time to move again, buddy," I whispered as I scratched behind his ear. "Maybe a change of scenery will brighten us up?" 

He let out a soft meow and looked up at me with sad eyes. I frowned and set him down. I walked upstairs and collapsed on my bed. I wasn't okay. I was never going to be okay again. I looked around and noticed that I hadn't picked up any of Ricky's things and it's been two years. I felt tears start to trickle down my cheeks. I looked down and noticed that the shirt I was wearing, wasn't even mine. It was Chris'. That's when the flood gates opened.