Love Is A Drug

Chapter 3

93 days before

Is it too late to turn back and undo all of these complications? As the years flew by I've realized that each day ends differently, in the most worse possible ways. When will the night allow me to engage in it's stars? And the setting sun make me feel warm again?

My eyes flicker. A strange and awfully bright light makes it's way into my sight.

Is this heaven?

A shadow appears in front of my face, blocking the brightness of the light.

My eyes fully grow open, causing me to realize that I am not in heaven...yet. Pulling these thoughts out of my head my eyes linger on Mason. Wait, Mason? What's he doing here?

"Hey. Gabs your awake." He whispers, rubbing his hand over my head, so gently. My eyes, throat, tongue, everything feels dry. I need a glass of water.

"W-water. Water." I stutter out. Why is speaking so hard when your throat is dry? After five minutes mason hands me a full glass of water. Drinking the water I realize where I am.

Hospital? What?

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why am I here? And then, I remembered. My brother, he pushed me, down the stairs. Guess I hit my head pretty hard to have ended up in the hospital. I never thought he would ever do something this ruthless. It's absolutely outrageous. I could've died. I remember thinking about dying while I was falling from the stairs. Why is God still keeping me alive? What's so important for me to keep living? Why didn't I just die right then and there? My head hurts, bad.

I reach up to my head, a painful expression laced on my face. I look up to find Mason sitting next to me on the hospital bed. How long has he been here?

"Mason. How long have you been here?" I ask him.

"Since you fell." He replies.

"When was that?" I ask, curious.

"A day ago." He says and my heart almost stops beating.

"I've been out for a whole day?" I ask, my eyes widened. Almost as if they could pop right out of my head.

"Yeah. But your okay though. You just needed some rest. Now can we please talk about you hurting yourself intentionally?" He asks and my eyes widen even more. The Hospital, they must've noticed.

Danget!

"I-I don't know what your talking about." I say acting as if I really don't have a clue what he's talking about.

"Bullshit. What's going on Gabs? You can talk to me." He says, genuinely caring about me. I appreciate him caring but I feel too ashamed.

"I-I went to Natalie's house and her cat scratched me. That's all." I lie to him. This has got to be the one hundredth time that I lie to him. I'm a terrible person for that.

"Are you sure? No, self-harm? Your telling the truth?" He says trying hard to believe me.

"Yeah. I mean why would I ever want to hurt myself. Like, are you serious?" I say letting out the most fake laugh ever placed in existence.