***Lauren's P.O.V***
The door swung open to reveal my principal standing there with the police.
"Hey boys we found her!" My principal yells turning his head.
2 police men picked me up, gave me a blanket which I denied and carried me to the squad car.
"W-where are you t-taking me?" I say almost inaudible.
"To the hospital, we gotta make sure your okay, then were taking you home." The police man answered.
I just nodded in agreement. I didn't feel like talking. I'm just shocked.
At the hospital...
They ran some tests on me to see if in alright and etc. but the last test was to check my pulse.
"Roll up your sleeve and I'll check your pulse!" The over excited nurse said to me.
She'll see my cuts.
I look at her and just shake me head no. She gives me a questionable look.
"This is the last test and then you can go home. Don't you want to get out of here?" She said. Truth is, I liked it here, it's much nicer than my house. And the people are way nicer too.
I just sighed and rolled up my right sleeve. I squeezed my eyes shut knowing what she was gonna say.
"Oh my..." She said quietly.
Tears started to fall as I quickly rolled down my sleeve again and started to hyperventilate. I started to sweat and panic. I was having another episode.
"Lauren are you okay?" She asked concerned.
I was breathing so heavily I could respond with words so I just screamed. I screamed on the top of my lungs and cried.
All of my anxiety attacks ended up with me screaming. I was really screaming for help but after all these years I've become used to being alone all the time.
Peri medics came in and wheeled me down the hall to a different room. Through the halls I could see and feel tons of people staring at me. It made me feel insane. This room was creepy and it had two beds, one behind a curtain. The pare medics tried to get me into the bed but every time they touched me I could scream and kick them. I got into the bed myself and just later there.
Tons of thoughts went through my head so I started to cry and sniffle really hard. Just then the curtain pushed back revealing the other bed with a boy about my age in it. He had long dark hair pressed to his forehead, I could tell he was tall even in the dark. His voice was deep and it sounded damaged, like he screamed a lot too.
"H-hey are you okay." He said quietly.
I was startled by him, as I am with everyone so I let out a scream.
"Hey shh, they'll hear you and take you away again." He said pushing his hair back.
My heart was beating a million times a minute and I was still crying. I was especially scared of boys because of the incident when I was 6. I have never trusted anyone since.
"I'm Jacob." He said smiling lightly.
"L-lauren." I replied trying not to stutter but failing.
He just smiled and got out of bed stumbling, and started walking towards me.
I was scared of what he would do so I just cried harder.
"P-please don't come n-near me." I said putting my hands up and sobbing.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, please trust me." Jacob said putting his hand on my bed.
"Scooch over." Jacob said looking me in the eyes.
I moved my legs up to my chest giving him room at the end of the bed. He smiled and sat down cross legged.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He said quietly.
I just shook my head in response. I don't know him, I don't want to be mean but he scares me and I didn't want to talk to him.
He tried to touch my hand but I pulled away not wanting to feel his touch. Of course I wanted to feel something but whenever the time came I was just so scared of everyone.
Since I was in a night gown I had no sleeves to cover my cuts so I kept my wrists face down until I moved a piece of hair behind my ear. He watched my every move like I was the most interesting thing he's ever seen. His face shot up and his eyes burned holes in my wrists. I know he saw them, I could tell.
He gave me a weak smile. I couldn't tell what that meant. He then grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"You know there's this poem, it's one of my favourites. She paints a lovely picture, but there's a shocking twist. The paintbrush was a razor and the canvas was her wrists. I feel like that's the way I feel." I spoke quietly.
"I paint too." As he said that he rolled up his sleeve to show all of his brush strokes.
I didn't feel so bad anymore, I felt like I had something in common with someone for once in my life. I felt happy.
