Tricky Angel

Chapter 3 TIme to tell the truth

"Mum, Dad I'm home." I walked gingerly into the lounge, Knowing I was late. Mom saw me, ran over, checked for any marks and pulled me into her arms. Dad rolled his eyes.

"Mum, I'm fine. I just don't feel too well." I moved faster than lightning into the kitchen and then to the sink. I only just got there in time. My lunch now swirled down the drain, streaked with blood. I screamed.

"Honey what's wro-" She saw it before she finished. "Crap. SIMON GET THE CAR READY." Dad walked in. "She needs to go to hospital."

After being sat in A&E for 5 hours, throwing up another 3 times and 2 different doctors, I was admitted onto a ward. Great. Another 2 hours passed before I drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken by some one shouting.

"Well it would have been nice for someone to tell me! You know. Her best friend!"

My best friend? It couldn't be May, she's in Ireland and the voice was male. My fathers voice brought me out of my thought.

"Young man, if you keep shouting you'll wake her. Besides we don't even know what's wrong with her." his voice was calm and firm. "Listen, Matthew, Jane and I need some rest. Will you stay wiyth her?"

"Of course, Simon. I'll let you know if anything changes."

Wait! Matthew came to visit me? And still considered me to be his best friend? Opening my eyes, I lifted myself into a sitting position.

"Your-"

"I know. My parents just left. Why are you here Matt?"

"To see how you are and to know what's been happening over the last 4 years"

My God! He really did want to start again.

How could i tell him I'd been in hospital another 28 times in the last 4 years? That I replaced him? That my best friend is May? That I still loved him no matter what he did? He would already know a lot of things that was common knowledge. My mouth went dry and there was a lump at the back of my throat.

"On my sixteenth birthday I...I" my eyes welled. I couldn't tell him what this torture had nearly lead me to do.

"Gabs" He threw his his arms out. It had been so long since anyone had called me Gabs. I turned so that me feet were now on the floor, flung my arms around his neck and cried into the crook of his shoulder. "Hey, hey. Gabs it's alright" his arms encircled me and tightened. "What did you do?"

"I tired to kill myself to see if you'd notice." I could barely whisper as sobs choked me. His grip tightened as he placed his chin on my head.

Matthew's POV

Her words were like a knife to the stomach. I was nearly the end of her.

I knew more than I was letting on. Like the fact she'd been in hospital 119 times since the day she was born, her mother lost a son before they had Katie and that my little piece of heaven might die.

Her tears had soaked through my top.

"Hey, Gabs, you should... um... get back into the bed." I was fighting my own tears as she slipped back under the covers, tears still staining her cheeks. God, I'm such an asshole! The look in her eyes made me ask her another question.

"Gabby, who stopped you?" She snivelled and looked away from me.

"My best friend, May." Her voice barely a whisper. My mind wanting to know what she'd done but my heart knowing it would hurt to much. I didn't have to ask though.

"I was trying to drown myself in my en-suite bathroom when May came in and pulled me out of the water. She only just got there in time." My heart tore itself again. I sat on the edge of the bed. Her whispered apology caused me to wrap my arms around her again.

Someone cleared their throat behind me. I spun round to find the nurse stood smirking at us.

"You'll live, you damaged you esophagus but the doctor says you can go home." She turned on her heels and left.