Everything was quiet.
Nothing stirred, nothing moved.
The only sound made was a rocking chair, squeaking along the floor.
An 19 year old freshman in college, rocking in a rocking chair.
Staring at the bed.
Brown, short hair, dark blue eyes.
Sexy body.
He looked up at the girl sitting on the bed.
A 15 year old sophmore in high school, brown haired beauty, with short, pulled back hair.
Brown eyes.
Sexy body.
They both looked guilty.
Severely guilty.
For what?
It wasn't like their lives had been torn apart... Right?
Or had their lives been torn?
He looked upon his phone, touched a couple buttons, and turned his phone to the side, where he started texting. When he was done, he shoved it back into his pocket and crossed his fingers.
She sat guiltily on the bed. Nothing moved her, nor any sounds came from her mouth.
"So... What do we do now?" He said, looking at her.
She bit her lip and played with the blanket a little. "I don't know. What do you say we do next?"
He pulled his phone back out of his pocket and read the text, texted back, and shoved it back into his pocket. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting sick of staring at these walls.
She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and touched the floor with her feet gently. "You'd rather stare at the walls than me, right?"
Silence.
He rocked back and forth. "I never said that."
"But you're thinking that, aren't you?" She walked towards the sink and turned it on. "Why the hell did this slut mess up your life? You know what, Troy, I really don't know why, but if I could kill myself right now, I would do it."
He continued to rock.
He could hear a faint noise coming from the sink that made his skin crawl.
He still rocked on.
The sink turned off.
A trail of blood followed Gabriella to the bed. She winced. "God damn sink's broke."
"Maybe you shouldn't have did that then." He stared directly at the wall, still rocking.
"Why the fuck would you care anyway... " She chuckled and wiped her bloody wrists on a towel. "All you care about is Ally. Don't have any respect for this girl at all. Fuck her. Go to Ally's Do you really care about me?"
He was silent for a moment, then spoke. "Was that a rhetorical question?"
She shook her head, chuckling. "Sure, asshole."
Silence fell upon the room.
"I'm not staying here; I'm going to Ally's." He stood up and walked towards the door.
"I hope you're happy." She muttered under her breath.
"I'm far from happy." He slammed the door.
What was their commonplace? Why were they sitting in a hospital room together?
This is for me to know, and for you to find out.