We Go Way Back

What Now?

I slowly opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Blinding white lights gave me a headache as I tried looking for anything to let me know I wasn't dead. I finally spotted a wooden chair and a table with a single dyed black rose on it.
I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes, wincing at how bruised they were. I blinked a couple times and scratched my arm and immediately pulled back. IVs and wires were stuck all over me. I started feeling nauseous knowing that they were needles, as I have a phobia of them.
It was then I realized that I was in a hospital as I looked throughout the room. My eyes flew back to the black rose and I carefully picked it up, smiling as I felt the soft petals. It kind of reminded me of Marshall.
That's when all the events of last night hit me like a wave.
Where's Dad? Did he hurt Marshall? Is he coming back for me? Where am I going to live?
I slowly began to panic.
I clutched my stomach and hissed in pain. I lifted up the papery gown and gingerly grazed my finger over the black, ugly stitches. That's gonna leave a mark.
"Why didn't you tell me?" a familiar voice whispered near the door. My head shot up and my eyes met his blues. They were filled with anger, sadness and worry.
"What do you-" I began.
"You know what I fucking mean Sil," he said angrily. I flinched, he has never been mad at me.
"Marshall, it wasn't a big deal. He never hit me before," I lied.
"Is that why you already had stitches? Or did you really fall in glass?" he asked coldly.
I looked down, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. He sighed and I heard his footsteps. I felt arms wrap around me and that's when they fell.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Don't ever not tell me when someone is hurting you, okay? I can't lose you Silence. I really fucking can't. I love you too much for that," he whispered in my hair. I smiled a little.
"I promise."
***
I ran my fingers through my hair as the soft but chilly breeze hit my battered face. I took a deep breath of the fresh air and smiled a little.
"Enjoying yourself?" I could hear the smile in Marshalls voice.
I looked at him and smiled.
"You have no idea what it's like being stuck in there. Even though I was in there for a day it felt-" he interrupted me.
"You were in there for a week," he said.
I widened my eyes and looked forward again. So much for last night, I thought. I huffed and we began our journey back to his house.
"So I told my buddy to change the date of the party to next week, if you still wanna go," he said as he dug his hands in his hoodie pocket.
I looked at him, running the thought over in my head. I'm not all that social, but being around Marshall can probably change that.
He looked back at me, patiently waiting for an answer. I finally smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, why not?" I said.
He smiled and brought his arm over my neck, pulling me closer to his side. I did the same and started whistling something random.
He whistled too, sounding way better than me and we kinda made a little tune.
We continued walking until we stopped at a little store on the corner of our street.
We've been going to this store since we were 8, buying candy and soda up until 13, where we started stealing beer and food.
"I am hungry..." I trailed off, looking at the beat up building.
"And I ain't got shit at home..." he did the same and we both looked at each other, smiles growing on our faces. We both walked in the store eagerly.
I walked past three aisles and went down the fourth aisle, scanning all the canned vegetables, meats and soups.
Marshall stood by me and just started shoving cans into his giant pockets, four in his pants.
I grabbed some cans too, stuffing them into my hoodie pocket.
"Hey baby," Marshall jokingly flirted in his weird Elvis Presley voice.
I turned to look at him and snorted, holding my hand on my mouth as I tried muffling my laughter. He stood there with a poofy black wig and a giant bulge in his pants, his eyes squinted and his lips puckered.
"Where the hell did you get a wig?" I asked in between laughs. He just kept a straight face and creepily looked at me.
I put my hand on his face, "Stop, don't do that your gonna make me pee," I giggled. He took the wig off and the cans out of his pants, placing them back on the counter. I looked at him and grimaced.