The Photo Project (#Wattys2014)

29: He's Alive.

I stared at the floor in front of me and shook my head. "You told me he was dead."

"Yes, I did." He admited.

We were sitting in Hayden's room, looking anywhere but eachother. His father was such an asshole.

"Why.. Why would you do something like that?.. I'm in the hospital now, because of you and your lies."

"I didn't want you around him. You two should have never gotten together in the first place, but being the idiot he is, he had to go and make you his girl."

I shake my head in disgust, looking at Hayden's still body, lying in that stupid powder white bed.

His heart monitor was beeping steadily, letting me know he was probably going to make a full recovery.

"I still can't believe you told this poor girl that! What were you thinking?! She's great for Hayden, can't you see?" Hayden's mom huffed, glaring daggers at his father.

I sigh and shake my head. "No disrespect, Mrs.Arcane.. But don't even try. I know men like him. I understand why he did this."

She sits down in one of the chairs and smiles sympathetically at me.

"He did this because he's afraid of Hayden being happy. I understand why Hayden never really talked about you. I understand why Hayden gets that scared look in his eyes when you're mentioned." I nod and smile sweetly at him. I probably looked like a maniac right now, but who gives a shit?

"Oh yea? And why's that?" He chuckles darkly, his eyes narrowing even more.

"He told me you were never around much, but that's not the truth, is it?" I look to the ground, disgusted.

"I've been through abuse, Mr. Arcane. My old boyfriend took an enjoyment out of hurting me, and it's sickening. And now, now I know. Why he got so pissed, when he barely knew me, about my abuse. He knew, and there were barely any noticable signs, because I covered myself so well."

I look back up into his eyes and shake my head. "I guess you got the same enjoyment. Maybe he did tell me a little bit of thr truth.. Maybe when you were there, you liked to hurt him. Am I right, Mr. Arcane?"

Mrs. Arcane looks down and clasps her hands together. I could see a few tears falling down her cheeks, and I knew my answer.

"This is none of your business." Mr. Arcane whisperes, his voice tight with menece.

"Hayden's my business. So it is my business." I abruptly stand up and kiss Hayden's forhead before walking out of his room and back to mine.

I sigh and rub my head, closing my room door and licking my lips.

I look around, not sure what for, but feeling like I need this thing.

Before I know what I'm doing, a sharp letter opener is in my hand and I'm holding it over my wrist.

I shake my head and gasp lightly, holding the object away from me.

No, Isobel. This isn't how we solve our problems. We don't cut to solve problems. There's no reason for it, anyway! Hayden's okay. Hayden's alive.. Hayden's alive..

I put it down on the table and sit down on my bed, blinking quickly. "He's alive.."

I smile and laugh lightly, putting my head in my hands.

"He's alive.." I repeart to myself, blinking tears away.

I take a deep breath and lay my head back, staring up at the ceiling.

"He's alright, and you're alright. He'll wake up soon, and you can beat him up for being stupid." I tell myself, letting a small smile cover my lips.

"Let me see her." I hear a voice demand.

"I'll have to ask her first, if she wants visitors." I hear one of my doctors voice say.

"Let me see her, now. She wants to see me, trust me."

My eyes widen and I quickly stand up, staring at the closed door.

No no no no no no..

"Just please. I only need five minutes."

I look around, depreratley trying to find a place to hide.

"Fine.. Five minutes.."

"Thank you so much."

The door knob twists and I close my eyes tightly.

"Well hello there Isobel. Been a while."

"Not long enough" I whisper, opeing my eyes.

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Hey guys! Short, I know. But I reeaaalllyy wanted to get something up! It's been a while!! So I hope you like this short excuse of a chapter x3

THE PICTURE is to the side, as always.  It's actually a gif, and your welcome. Oh Dylan.. You're so.. well... there are no words!