We All Have a Story to Tell || v.f. ~COMPLETED~

2.2

/ SCARLETT /

lyric-

i don't think you'll get anywhere

unless you leave me

'cause, baby, i'm a burden, i swear

and i'd rather die than live this tragedy

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"In room 204, with Jaicie," Mr. Terry, the guy worked the same shift as Mr. Kelly but in long term, said as he motioned towards a room down the hall. "Across the room from that kid you saw on his deathbed."

I nodded and headed down to my room. I hadn't spoken a word since I'd left the hospital, and even before then, all I'd said were apologies to my mom. I didn't want to talk for fear that I'd cry. I hated crying.

I couldn't help but stop in my doorway and turn to look into Vic's room. He was sitting up, reading a book. I cleared my throat to get his attention.

He looked over, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Scarlett?"

I smiled softly and waved before entering my room.

Jaicie, my roommate, had the bed nearest the window, so I took the one by the door. I was shaking with anxiety, but I didn't know why. My anxiety was often lacking a reason behind it. Maybe it was because I'd just attempted to kill myself. Or because I was getting to see Vic again. I honestly didn't care to know the reason. I just wanted to sleep.

And so I did.

-

I woke to someone shaking me.

"C'mon, up, up!" A girl giggled and turned me over.

I rubbed my eyes before opening them to see a pretty girl with strawberry blonde hair standing over me, hands on her hips. Jaicie, I assumed.

"The new guy, Austin, is the only one working today, so we can hang out with the boys!"

I chuckled and sat up. "You're a little boy crazy, huh?"

She giggled and nodded. "Yeah, but Vic told us about you, so it's a yay for both of us."

I pushed my hair out of my face and looked into Vic's room. He was changing shirts... I couldn't help but marvel at his ripped torso, his tan skin, his gorgeous abs...

"Oh, crap." He laughed and turned around to quickly pull his shirt on. "Sorry about that."

I laughed. "No reason to apologise. Seeing guys shirtless isn't a big deal."

"So, why're you here?"

I swung my feet off the bed and yawned. "Stunt. I honestly only got worse in short term. I knew what I needed to do."

He came into my room and pulled me up in a hug. He wasn't even that tall, but he was taller than me. "You pulled a freaking stunt? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

It felt nice in his arms. I felt a sense of serenity. Not safety, no, I always felt safe because I'd never cared if I got hurt or not. Just peaceful. I loved feeling his hands on my back. It brought a smile to my face.

"But I'm here now, aren't I?" I laughed and pulled out of his embrace. "I'm still pissed at you for what you did, though. At least I just overdosed. I mean..." I turned my arms over and pulled up my sleeves. "I cut, but only to ensure that I'd end up here."

He held my wrists and ran his thumbs over the cuts. "Don't do that, okay? And, by the way, I need to talk to you tonight..." He lowered his voice. "...It's about Austin."