Broken

Chapter 5

Lola's POV

I look at my tear stained face in the bathroom mirror. I look horrible. I haven't slept in two days.

Oh Steeve, you mean the world to me. And when your in pain,y world comes tumbling down. And I don't think I can hold it up any longer. I'm broken. We're both broken. But can we be fuxed?

Ivwash mycfacecand exit the bathroom. I touch the handle of Steeve's room door, not knowing what expression will be behind it.

"No, no, NO!!!" I jump in fright as something smashes right after. I burst open the door to see everything torn apart.

Steeve is tugging at his hair roots, pacing in the small now messy room. He notices me and stops. We search each others eyes for a moment. His eyes are dark, no sign of the beautiful hazel blue. A tear escapes my eye, rolling down my cheek. I hate seeing him like this.

He sits on the floor pulling his knees up and putting his head down, trying to be as small as he can.

I slowly walk in front of him and stoop down, lifting his head to look at me. I hope away Hus tears with my thumb but its no use. They just keep coming.

"Its my fault. I shouldn't gave left. I shouldnt have left her in the house alone. I should have been there. I don't know why I'm such a fo-"

"Your not a fool Steeve," I cut him off, "and its not your fault." His head falls down again.

"Steeve look at me," i force his head up.

"You'll get through this. Well get through this together. Okay?" He shakes his head.

"No I wont-"

"Yes you will. Promise me." He hesitates.

"Steeve, promise me." He finally agrees.

He wraps Hus arms around me and we curl up together onvtge floor. Unwanted, sleep comes.

***hours later***

Steeves POV

I slowly open my eyes. Everything seems to go in slow motion. My neck hurts and I feel numb. I realize that I'm on the floor with Lola in my arms sleeping soundly.

I feel dead

Like I'm not in a world anymore. Life sucks. Its the hard rock for me and u don't think I can change it. If I was to write a book about my life, it would suck. The story of my life (no pun intended 1D) is like a tragedic cancer story. No one likes cancer stories anyway (from the fault in our stars...love that book! (:

Lola shifts on my arms, signallingcthat she's waking up. She looks up at me.

"You okay?"

I don't answer her. I don't think I'll ever feel okay.

I'm broken

And I can't be fixed.

She sits up infront of me. The floor is cold. Or maybe I'm just cold. I feel dead.

She stands and holds her hand out for me to take. I take it and rise from the floor.

I see why I'm cold. I'm basically naked other than the bandages on my body, and thus thin blue cloth they probably just threw on me.