Chapter 17: Return The Favor

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(It's Short! But I Didn't Want You To Wait Any Longer)

17: Return The Favor

Roni's Point of View

What do you want me to do?

I've given it all to it you

I wish you would return the favor

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"Jack?" I call out, not sure why I had woken up in a hospital bed. 

"Who's Jack?" A girl in the bed next to mine wonders. 

She was relatively pretty. Big, innocent brown eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes, with shiny dirty blonde hair. Her skin was that perfect medium of tan and pale. She was small, and frail looking. Her arm was completely covered in gauze that was stained with dark cerise. My jaw goes slack when I realize she was a self-harmer. I wasn't one to talk but she was too beautiful to be a cutter! Plus, she looked to be kind of snooty. 

"Jack is my boyfriend." I explain, taking my eyes off of her.

"Nobody visits you... So I assume he doesn't care or you're crazy." She says softly.

"Bullshit!" I scream, yanking the wires and stuff out of my arms.

I jump from the bed, wincing at the dull ache that went through my waist. The girl was staring at me in shock as I run over to where I assume they kept my normal clothing. I yank open the cabinet doors and gasp. My favorite pair of white Converse are now crimson with blood. My grey skinny jeans had been ripped and covered with dirt. The black tee I remember wearing had a huge hole in it. I groan as I strip off my hospital gown, into my bra and boxers. My t-shirt is pulled over my head easily, the hole being from the right side of my ribs to my belly button. The charm wasn’t there, making me glare as I slip my skinny jeans on. The left leg was completely shredded and the right leg was covered in dirt. I then slide on my Converse and pull my orange hair up into a ponytail.

Now I can leave. I skip, much to the discomfort of my waist, out the door and right into the chest of a man. Oh fuck. He smelled of Jack Barakat but it wasn't Jack. Unholy shit who is he?! I fall backwards and hit my head. What happened to me? Was the last thing I thought before I black out.

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