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A/N: Soooooooooooo I have been gone a while but I'm back now and I have hundreds of stories that I wrote whilst I was away. So enjoy and don't forget to review xoxo Beth.
BTW: This chapter isn't very good (In my opinion) but stick with it because the next one is gooood. Oh yeah and this story is a two-shot.
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Summary:
"Don't you see Blair, there's nothing left. Not without you"
She didn't want to be a Broken-hearted Girl. But when you love Chuck Bass, it wasn't always an option.
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She ran down the hallway as fast as her little legs would carry her. She was frozen; all she was wearing was a tiny purple cocktail dress and 6 inch Prada heels. When she came to his room and saw him her heart skipped a beat. He lay there completely lifeless. His skin was as pale as snow, his lips blue, his body so lifeless.
Sure, she had told him that she would never see him again unless it was a life or death situation. She never thought he'd take it literally.
She opened the door and stepped into the awfully lit room. It smelt like a hospital usually did, but the fact that he was there made it smell like her own personal hell. A Nurse spotted her and smiled meekly.
"Hello" she greeted.
"Hello. Blair Waldorf" Blair greeted.
"Ah yes, you were the first number on Mr Bass's speed dial" the Nurse said.
"How is he?" Blair asked staring at him.
"He's doing better than he was before, he lost a lot of blood and we had to drain all of alcohol from his liver" the Nurse replied.
"Oh God" Blair gasped.
"I think he'll be fine" the Nurse said encouragingly.
"He's slit his wrists and drank double his body weight in scotch! He won't be fine! This is the 2nd time this month!" Blair was beginning to yell, her eyes filling with tears. She hated him so much. But yet she still loved him. It wasn't fair. How could anyone possibly love and hate the same person so much that it consumed them?
"I'll leave you two to it" the Nurse said as she backed away from Chuck and walked past Blair and out the door.
Blair was left alone with him. Even though he was unconscious, she still felt uncomfortable around him. She felt like his bronze eyes were on her at all times. Staring at her. Undressing her with them. She could just suffocate him with his pillow, but then she'd probably kill herself with guilt. Maybe she should just slit her own wrists to make the pain go away. But he'd only copy her. At least they wouldn't be lonely in hell.
She went to sit on the uncomfortable grey plastic chair next to his bedside. He had a drip coming from his right arm and something coming from his stomach. Well the Nurse did say to Blair that they were draining all of the alcohol from his liver.
She brushed a stray piece of hair from his face and stared at him. He still looked like her Chuck, the Chuck she had fallen in love with all those years ago. But he was different. He'd changed. He'd lost all of his love and happiness. Now it was just the shell of the man she loved so much. But she still loved him. She'd love him no matter what. She'd pretend she didn't but she did. Everyone still knew she did. Everyone except him. And that was probably why he didn't want to live anymore.
She sat with him for 5 hours. She didn't say a single word to him, she didn't want to. So she just watched him breathe and sleep. He always looked beautiful when he slept, even now. When he was close to death, drugged up and lifeless he still looked like an Angel. An Angel who had lost his way and ended up in her world. She was about to leave when a hand entwined itself with hers. She looked up and saw him looking at her pleadingly.
"Blair" he rasped. His bloodshot eyes looked as though he had seen God or something incredible. Blair stared into his eyes. They looked like circles of hurt bronze surrounded by pools of blood. "You...Came" He whispered. She nodded slowly.
He coughed loudly and Blair thought that he would die. She'd never heard a cough sound so painful before in her life.
"Chuck" she began. She was going to scream at him but he looked so helpless and fragile at the moment she was sure that if she even raised her voice to him he would shatter into thousands of pieces and be lost forever.
"W...What...Hap...Happened to me?" He asked. Blair looked down at their entwined hands but didn't separate them. She just held onto his tighter for strength and support.
"You drank too much scotch" She told him. He nodded slowly.
"It's the only thing that helps get rid of it" He whispered.
"Get rid of what?" She asked.
"The memory...of what...I did to...you" He answered. She stared at his bandaged wrists.
"Why did you do this?" She asked pointing to his wrists with her free hand.
"The scotch didn't work tonight" He admitted. She shook her head.
"This has to stop. You have to stop doing this to yourself. You could've killed yourself" Her eyes were filling with tears.
"That was the idea Blair" Chuck murmured. She slapped him.
"WHY? WHY DO THIS TO YOURSELF? WHY DO IT TO ME? I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY!" She yelled as tears began to pour from her eyes.
"Don't you see Blair, there's nothing left. Not without you" He admitted. His eyes were threatening tears too. He couldn't bear to see her like this. But she couldn't bear to see him like this.
"NO! Chuck, this has to stop. Please I'm begging you. Don't do it again. If you kill yourself because of me then I won't be able to live with myself. It would kill me. So whatever you wanna do to yourself, just please don't do it to me. Not again" She was begging him now.
"There's nothing keeping me alive. I'd be happier dead" He whispered.
"But I wouldn't. Don't you still love me? Don't you want me to be happy?" She pleaded.
"You know I'll always love you Blair, I could never stop" He announced. She felt tears hot fall from her eyes.
"Do you want me to copy you? Do you want me to fill my body with scotch and bring a blade to my wrists? Do you?" She was yelling again.
"No" He said quietly.
"You need help Chuck, and I can't help you." She said her vision was becoming blurred by her tears. He nodded slowly. "I don't want you die Chuck. I couldn't bear it" She announced. He smiled weakly at her and kissed her hand. When he looked up she was looking at him with her brown eyes and he knew that she was now becoming the ice queen that she hid herself in when things were going wrong.
"I have to go. I'm sleepy. Goodnight Chuck" Blair said as she took her hand out of Chuck's grasp, grabbed her purse, stood up and walked towards the door. Her heels clicking away.
"Goodnight Blair" he whispered.
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A/N: Next chapter is soooooooo much better I promise don't forget to review xoxo Beth