broken beyond repair

9

Trigger warning? Verbal abuse, uh abuse in general kinda ish.

A myriad of statements and questions flew at me, and I couldn't keep up.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, just fine, yes I'm fine-"

"Really, because you're repeating your words, and you don't look completely stable," Luca stated.

"Yeah, you might want to catch me," I said before letting the all too familiar darkness consume me.

***

*Luca POV* (not me switching up the POVs for once)

While my idiotic brothers just stood there like a band of bumbling, babbling band of baboons, I actually moved to help Emma.

I knew she would be okay, and it was with that knowledge that I started drafting page one of many in the lecture this girl would get when she woke up.

I gently maneuvered Emma to the couch and got the idiots surrounding her to back up to give her a little space.

*Emma POV* (aka the only pov you ever get to see)

I felt high.

There was really no other way to explain it.

My mind was floating above the rest of my mind thinking about god knows what.

But this wasn't a good feeling.

It was the kind of high that made you want to puke your guts out.

I hated this.

I vaguely felt myself being moved to a softer surface, perhaps the couch.

"Well, Emma," I thought, "this is your little pep talk. Time to get up, get a lecture, and then you get to watch some Grey's Anatomy."

Honestly, just the thought of seeing the icon that was Christina Yang was enough for me to wake up.

I blearily opened my eyes as my surroundings came into focus.

"H-hey guys?" My voice shocked me. I sounded timid. Scared.

Apparently, I wasn't hearing things because I could practically see the guilt wash over Marco's face.

Hmm, guess he's the one who punched me.

Oh well, I'm sure it was an accident.

"Uh, why do y'all look like someone just died?" This time my voice didn't waver, and I mentally cheered.

This helped my brother's moods because they launched into a cacophony of sorrys and explanations.

But the only person I was really looking at was Allessandro.

The hellish anger in his eyes was still there, but I could almost sense the concern ebbing out of him.

Now, I was no mind reader, but I had a knack for reading people's emotions, and right now, it was getting a bit overwhelming.

There was anger and concern in the air, but the one that hit me the most was sadness.

It was rolling off in horrible, breath-stopping waves from Marco.

I didn't understand why he was sad, but maybe he wanted some comfort?

I really hope I wasn't overstepping my boundaries.

I moved to get back up and was immediately shoved back down by Luca.

"Well, miss Ramirez," he said in a joking yet serious tone,