Four Days. Thirteen Hours. Twelve Minutes.
His heart ached for her, that much he knew was true. He could feel the pain in his chest with every sharp breath he took. But the rest? How could he really know what he felt and what he imagined. He knew was messed up. That he felt with every racing thought going through his head. He imagined all of those feelings, though. The feeling that he was losing his girl? Make believe. He realized it all now. It took four days in the ER to realize that it was all in his head. His fears and all the anxiety were just a game he was playing with himself.
Maybe I am crazy he thought to himself glancing at the restraints binding him to the gurney he now called home. A month, they said. Maybe longer if they felt he needed the extra care. It would have only been a couple of days had he not made things worse. But thinking that she didn't love him anymore made him do crazy things, hence the accident. He didn't want to lose her—Without her, he was nothing. So, when she turned her back on him for good that day, he didn't want to feel like nothing. He just wanted to be nothing. He acknowledged the stinging beneath the bandages on his arms, recalling how he tried to end himself. The nurses found him crouched on his bed driving glass into his skin and bawling his eyes out, the mirror shattered on the floor below them. The scars would be his reminders. A reminder of what he lost that day. Scaring her was never his intention. He just wanted to be with her. He would do anything to be with her.
Her heart ached for him, but she knew she could never have him. He pushed her away with every ounce of force he could emotionally apply to her frail state of being and it broke her. Her heart was bleeding inside her chest and it would not stop no matter how much she willed it too. Putting on a brave face was proving to be too much for her to handle. For the past four days, she only left her bed for school and for meals forced upon her by her parents. Nothing was going to help. Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of him. His goofy smile, his crooked nose, his emerald eyes. There was nothing that didn't remind her of him. She knew that he didn't mean to scare her. But he did. He scared her the way no man should ever scare a woman. He threatened everything for her in a way that scared her to the core of her body. The images of him rolled through her mind and she felt that all too familiar pain in her stomach. She calmly rolled out of bed and wandered absently to the bathroom.
The accident was her fault. That she was convinced of. She was convinced that leaving him was the only way to keep it from happening again. No one should risk themselves like that for her. She caught her own reflection in the bathroom mirror and shuddered. Her reflection screamed at her that she was disgusting. Her eyes were swollen from tears that would not stop flowing down her pale face, her hair was ratted in the back from tossing and turning on it with her nightmares. I'm disgusting she thought as she admired her body, taking in every curve and misshapen portion of her figure. No one should risk their life for such a hideous person. That she was sure was true. So, she handled the pain the only way she knew how. She brushed her hair back behind her neck and knelt down over the toilet, gently shoving her finger towards the back of her throat through tears.
Hey guys! This is my first try at a Degrassi FF. Read and Review please! Reviews keep me going! This is just the intro. Some juicy Eclaire stuff to come!