Ed and Rosie (An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7: Cutting tension

I was in my own bed, confused and uncertain of how I got there. Turning over, I was welcomed by Ed.  His pale blue eyes looked straight at me, instantly making me feel comforted and warm. I didn’t know what had happened and why he was there, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to enjoy these moments. I looked over my body, seeing the multiple injuries I’d been left with from my fall. My pale, delicate, once flawless skin was now covered with messy blotches of indigo and cyan, accompanied by slices of dark crimson. Ed reached out, holding the side of my neck delicately, his warm hand lightly caressing my skin, contrasting Daniel’s earlier actions. I tried to shake these negative, recent memories from my head, admittedly not with entire success; my own body being a constant reminder. He leaned over, pecking my bruised lips before moving down and slowly, lightly kissing across my collarbone, down my arms, around my legs; healing each and every blemish with the touch of his lips. I noticed all the wounds starting to slowly fade back to white as my skin returned to its usual clean and unharmed state. Ed smiled effortlessly at me, happy with what he’d done. He’d made me better; he’d gotten rid of all the scars I’d been left with, leaving it as nothing but a memory. “It’ll all be okay,” he reassured, kissing my forehead once more. “Now wake up, beautiful.”

Drifting back into consciousness, I saw Daniel’s silhouette as he forced a cold, wet towel against my throbbing scalp. “You had a bit of a fall,” he explained gently. My memory started to flood back as I slowly but surely awoke back into reality. I started to remember earlier’s events, becoming worried that I may still be in danger. He saw the concern on my face, hushing me and stroking my hair in the attempt to reassure me. It didn’t work; I felt anything but safe with him, though I felt like pretending everything okay would be best. He lifted me up, cradling my body as he carried me to the living room, placing me softly onto the sofa. “You’ll be okay. Everything will be fine. It was just a fall, Rosie, the landing can be so slippy, I should sort that out,” he let out an unconvincing, nervous laugh, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me. He covered me with a blanket and sat next to me, running his hands up and down my body. His hands were cold and I stiffened at his touch, afraid of what else he might be capable of.  He kissed my forehead lovingly as he walked into the kitchen to prepare me some food.

He did love me, really. He’d messed up, but that was a mistake made out of jealousy. Everyone makes mistakes, and jealousy just means he cares. But he was looking after me now, and I wasn’t going to just leave him after that hiccup. I couldn’t. Everything he said at the top of the landing, he was right. I didn’t deserve any better, I was lucky enough to even have him. After a short while, Daniel re-emerged, handing me plate full of food. “I’m going to meet a few mates, get well soon honey,” he said kissing my cheek, causing me to flinch slightly. He left swiftly after that, closing the door firmly behind him. Cupping my face in my hands, I got up and headed towards the bathroom to examine my injuries. I glanced in the mirror, disappointment running through me. They were still there. I thought about the dream I’d had earlier, a cloud of sadness towering above me as I came to the realization that it wasn’t real, a mere fantasy. I wanted to be with Ed. I didn’t care what he’d done to me anymore. I missed him so much. Daniel didn’t compare to him, but there was absolutely nothing I could do. Ed didn’t want me, he had Beth, and I’m not one to mess with relationships. I was left with Daniel, what I deserved. I was worthless. “I’m nothing,” I choked quietly to myself. I sat myself on the toilet, removing my top and jeans leaving me in only my underwear, giving me opportunity to examine all my flaws. I tightly gripped my stomach, my thighs, my arms, leaving slight scratch marks and red blotches each time. I ran both my hands up to the top of my head, pulling at my hair with force as my negative thoughts got the better of me. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face now, droplets of salty water occasionally crashing against the skin of my thighs. I got up and urgently started to rummage through the bathroom cabinet, eventually coming across a box of blades. Opening the box, I took a small steel piece before moving it to my wrist, the cold, sharp metal put lightly against my warm, fragile skin.