Those few hours glaring at the same wall waiting to find out if Scarlett is ok;never have i ever noticed the fine small print,printed across the walls. The thoughts of questions flying through my mind:
would scarlett have told me she cheated?
what would she has done if i wasnt there would she stilll be lying there in pain maybe to never wake up?
tears stream down my face. doubt crossed my mind what have i done convincing her to come to England and now this has happened. A doctor approached me and i asked how is she?
"she stable for now, she seems to have cuts on her wrist and had taken a seriou amout of piles. Do you know of any of this?"
" i never knew she done any of that. She had never taken piles when i was around she was perfectly fine an hour ago!!" did i know scarlett proparly what was i thinking i didnt know her at all. she didnt even tell me about slitting her wrist oh god!
" you can go and see her if you want to be be careful she still isnt well"
i jolted out of my seat in fear of what i was going to see. i walked in. Pale as a ghost, she looked dead i never seen anything like it! what have i dont i should have been there from the start to protect her. I stared at her face wondering what was really going on and how i could have stopped it.
"hey sweetheart you okay?" i slowly said
"hi" gently whispered
" im sorry for cheating on you that man gave me something i dont know what but it sent me loopy i didnt know what i was doing! i feel like a idio. why am i here?"
i didnt reply at first
" you fainted and wouldnt wake up so i called the ambulance.They said you had taken to many piles and had slit your wrist but not recently they say you have fresh ones and plenty of scars to last a life time? whats been going on?
she started to cry, i dont know if i anger or in fear of what she was going to tell me. slowly her mouth opened and
" i slit my wrists because im dying, i dont have long left." tears filled her eyes
i was speechless
