Cut Up

Chapter Five

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I paced back and forth, creating a rift in the floor underneath me feet. Well at least it felt like it. I practically was bitting my fingernails off in exasperation and self-inflicted guilt. It's all my fault... Mitch...
"Tyler Ellis..." The nurse, Sammantha, called for me from the hall. My heart sank and I slowly trudged over to where she stood, shuffling her feet in anticipation. My eyebrows furrowed as I stood in front of her.
"Is it Mitch? Is he okay?" I asked hurriedly, scared shitless for my best friend's life. The nurse's mouth curved up into a smile at my nervousness.
"He's fine. Actually he is more then fine. He's awake! He asked to see you." Sammantha said enthusiastically, a bright smile taking up her whole face. My eyes lite up like a Christmas tree and I literally danced around her in excitement.

"Let's go!" I begged, pulling her along behind me, even though I had no clue where the hell we were going. Sammantha laughed at my happiness and places a hand in my arm, which was clutching her wrist in a death grip, making me instantly release her arm. I blushed a little as she lead me to a room.
Room 234.
I glanced at the nurse and she nodded, beckoning me inside. I stumbled through the door and stopped dead, my red eyes meeting with caramel ones. Jerome looked up from Mitch's face, a bright smile on his face as he squeezed his lover's hand, almost as if saying 'He's finally awake!'

Tears filled my eyes again for the millionth time these past couple of days and I walked towards the two.

"Mitch..." I murmured, my eyes glistening as tears fell down my face slowly. Mitch smiled and gave me a sympathetic look. He took his hands out of Jerome's and opened his arms wide, beckoning me for a hug. I happily threw myself in his arms, sobs taking out of my throat and making my body shake. Mitch patted my back softly, I could feel his own tears fall into my shoulder.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry. I-I'm s-such an idiot. P-lease n-never s-scare me l-ike t-that a-gain" I sobbed into his shoulder, restraining myself from squeezing him too hard. He patted my head softly and whispered stuff too quietly for me to hear, though I could guess it was on the lines of 'it's okay'.

I pulled back and wiped my eyes, a soft grin on my face as I looked at Mitch. Mitch smiled back at me and I turned, my eyes laying on Jerome. And in that instant, I had never felt so bad for him in all my life. He looked so sad, his fur along his face matted fro tears and his dark brown eyes raw from all the crying. He had his paws clasped together in his lap and he was starring down at his feet as the shuffles across the green and white tiled floor.

I reached my hand out and grasped his paw in mine, making his head snap up to look at me in surprise. It was just a friendly gesture but I could see his eyes flash in thanks. I shook his hand slightly in comfort and he squeezed my hand, a crazy grin lighting up his face. I let go of his hand and two things flashed through my thoughts:

One, he forgave me for injuring Mitch, even if it was by accident.

Two, maybe a friendship was forming between us. And that surprisingly made me happy.

I turned around and came face to face with a grinning and squealing Mitch, who has always wanted Jerome and me to become friends. He has always tried to make us hang out, us being the two most important people in his life, but all that happened was awkward situations and silence. Now that a friendship might be growing between us, Mitch probably could not get any happier.

I rolled my eyes at him and Jerome laughed, quickly pecking his lips. I made a fake gagging noise as I backed up to the door in obvious fake disgust.

"Save that for when I leave the room, you wild animals." I gagged, seeing a quick smile cross Jerome's face and a dark blush cover Mitch's.

"Well I am a Bacca." Jerome smirked, raising and eyebrow and rubbing Mitch's other arm. I laughed and oped the door. Just before I closed the door, Jerome slurped after me and I heard Mitch yell and slap him. Jerome's loud laugh got cut off as I closed the door.

I laughed and made my way slowly back to the waiting room, my mind drifting towards the the previous day's agenda. My blood boiled at the thought of my father and my hands made fists as I entered the waiting room, not even noting the other broken and whispering people around me. I huffed and sat down in a red chair in the far corner, where I had been 'camping out' for the last couple of days. I pulled my legs up and sat cross cross as I started at the cream walls, my heart picking up more and more in anger.

How dare my parents do that to Mitch. How dare they do this to me! How dare they kill all those innocent people! I growl and ball my hands up even tighter in fists as they lay in my lap. Mitch wouldn't be hurt if it wasn't for my bastardly parents.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as someone sat next to me. I turned towards them to see them looking at me worriedly, shades covering their eyes. In the short time I quickly took in his dark brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail and his tanned skin. He had a good muscular build and was wearing a black shirt with a white X on it. He was wearing dark grey gloves that were rimmed with white. He had dark grey jeans on that we're tucked in red dragon boots.

"Are you okay there?" The man asked and my eyes snapped back up to his sunglasses.

"Uh-Uh yeah. I'm Ty by the way." I stammered awkwardly and stuck out my hand, which he shook happily.

"I'm Adam!" He suddenly gasped and grasped my shoulders, shaking me slightly. I squeaked quietly as this random man shook me as he yelled, making everyone in the room look at us weirdly.

"You're Mitch's friend, right?!"

I nodded quickly, hoping that he would stop shaking me, but instead he only shook my harder.

"SAME! IM SKY! DOES HE EVER TALK ABOUT ME?!" I flinched at his loud voice and instantly stopped shaking me.

"Hehe ops sorry. Here, let me introduce you to the rest of the guys."

I blinked in confusion before reality quickly slapped me in the face. This was Adam Daulburg. And I was going to meet Mitch's friends. I was going to meet Team Crafted. And that scared me. But what scarred me more was that when Sky grabbed my wrist, it sent tingles up my arm, and it wasn't from my cuts. I can't fall for him. But my heart seems to think otherwise, doesn't it...

I'm screwed.

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Finally flipping done. Im sorry it's short and crappy but this took me awhile to get back what I wrote before. Its not as good but AHAHAH i tried.

And OMF WE HAVE ALOT OF VOLES ON THIS. We have half the number reads as Soft Sounds and yet almost twice as many votes. woah celebrate good times come on!!! So a celebratory CHAPPY will come soon and soon you will meet Team Crafted. Loves!!

~Tara