A/N: Sorry this has taken so long guys…I went to Ireland for 7 days! It was amazing!
Rating: Rated T for language, cutting, adult situations, and anorexia, bulimia, drugs, and rape.
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC or Man-Suz-She and PurpleTwilight9720's story or the hospital.
This story is Co-written with Man-Suz-She.
Chapter 4: Pains and Cries
Chad offers me his hand as I step out of his car. "Thank you," I speak.
He smiles that gorgeous smile of his, and I think for one second he may like me back . . . but no. It can't be true.
"So . . . is it okay if I ask what happened between you and your mom? I mean you guys always get along," he says staring at me.
I start to feel anger build-up in my body. My hands start to shake.
Chad notices this and takes my hand to try and comfort me. . . it worked . . . a little.
"Hey . . . It's okay," he whispers. I look up into crystal blue his eyes as he stares down into mine. We start to lean in, but then guilt and dispare fill his eyes. Making him turn his head and look away.
My heart ached as it bled with pain. I knew he could never like me. None the less love me. He can have anyone.
"Well . . . would you like to get something for dinner," he asks quietly.
My heart quickens. Food? Actually eat it? In front of Chad? I can't do it.
I shake my head furiously, "I'm not that hungry."
Chad's eyes strat to show suspicion, "I didn't see you during lunch today. Are you sure you're not hungry"
My words got caught in my throat, "I-I ordered in."
"Sonny . . . are you sure you're ok," he whispers.
Does he care? "I'm . . I'm fine Chad. I promise."
He sighs giving me a weak smile, "Ok . . . I guess I just won't get anything either."
I nod smiling, a bit scared he might find out . . . yeah.
He stretches showing his sexy muscles and a little bit of his stomach, then he turns toward me, "Alright I'm gonna go take a shower. You can go after me if you want."
I nod, "Okay, thanks Chad."
He smirks, "No problem."
I have been waiting like 1 hour for Chad to get out of the shower.
"Chad," I scream, "You're wasting all my hot water!"
There is not answer. "Chad!" I yell louder. Nothing.
"Do I have to come in there and drag you out," I yell knowing he wouldn't like that.
Still no response, "Chad?" I cry a little panicked. Why isn't he answering?
I pull at the door handle but it is locked. "Chad!" I scream.
I move backward and kick the door down with my foot good thing I'm not wearing heels today.
If this is a joke, it is his fault I worry so much about him.
I come around the corner and gasp when I see him face down in the shower in his boxers.
He looks as if he has been unconscious for a while. His skin is drained and flushed. Oh no.
I pull him from the water and call the hospital, "Hello 911? I have an emergency."
As, I glance at his face he looks heartbroken and in pain. Did he commit suicide because he couldn't stand me being near him and bringing down his populatity?
The ambulance arrives not moments later and loads Chad onto the stretcher.
"He will be alright won't he," I sob.
The lady turns to me with a sympathetic look, "Maybe. I'm sorry sweetie, but this is why you don't spend the night at your boyfriends house."
My face goes red, "Um . . . He he's not my boyfriend."
"No," She says confused, "You are Sonny right?"
I nod, "Yes, why?"
She smiles, "We'll all he has been doing is saying I want Sonny, Is Sonny ok?"
"He is just hallucinating," I say trying to tell myself it isn't true.
The woman shrugs walking away.
After the ambulance leaves I break down into tears, "This is my entire fault."
I'm on her way to the hospital when suddenly everything comes crashing down in my heart.
I have nothing.
I quickly swerve the car towards the woods right into huge a lone tree.
All I feel is the pain when everything goes black.
"Sonny . . ." A voice calls from the land of Far Far Away.
I slowly open my eyes to see Chad in a bed next to me.
When he sees me awake he smiles, "Hi."
"Chad! Are you ok? I'm so sorry this is all my fault," I cry trying to throw my arms around him, but pain shoots through my entire body.
"Owch," I cry.
"Shhhh! Shhhh! It's ok! You got in an accident," he whispers.
Everything comes back to me. I tried to commit suicide because Chad tried to kill himself because of ME.
I sigh, "I wished it worked." Did I just say that out loud?
"Sonny! What did you just say," he gasps, hurt showing in his eyes along with surprise.
"Nothing . . ." I say quickly.
"Good," He says.
Please…like he would miss me.
I haven't thrown up today! I am gonna get so fat.
"I have to go pee," I tell him.
He laughs, "Nice."
"I really have too," I whine.
"Well what do you want me to do," he asks.
"Tell the nurse," I smile.
He grins, "Ah Sonny."
"What," I ask.
He laughs, "You're just so weird."
Now I'm weird? My smiloe fall from my face as I turn over and let tears start to fall. I let a sob out, unwillingly hoping Chad doesn't notice.
"Are you . . . crying," He says shocked.
"No . . ." I sob making it very obvious I am crying now.
"Sonny," he says softly, "I didn't mean it . . . I'm sorry."
I don't answer, but just cry harder.
He sighs, "Sonny? Please listen to me? I don't want to see you cry."
The tears come faster.
I hear him get out of his bed and sit on the side of mine.
"Come here," he speaks.
I sit up and move close to him. He pulls me in wrapping his arms around me, while rubbing my back.
I don't know why, but Chad makes me feel so much better.
I cry placing my head on his shoulder.
"Shhhh Sonny. It's ok," He whispers rubbing my back.
Its official . . . this is the best moment of my life . . . excluding the fact Chad is just being nice.
We are both in my bed.
Chad is beside me and my head is placed on his chest listening to the rythemic beats of his heart.
Chad is asleep, I'm not. Because I'm too happy to sleep. I know this means nothing to him but . . . it means everything to me.
I close my eyes and Chad stretches. He stops and strokes my face, moving hair out of my face.
He kisses my forehead climbing back into his bed.
The doctor walks in and Chad 'wakes me up'.
I stretch sighing, "Chad?"
"I'm here," He whispers.
The doctor sighs, "Well I have the results for both of you."
"Well," Chad asks holding my hand.
"Well Ms. Munroe you got quite a bang up . . .you will need help with some things for a while. Like getting dressed and so on," he says sitting down.
"I can do that," Chad says raiseing his hand, the doctor just rolls his eyes..
Help me dress? But I'm so fat! He will be disgusted.
"Mr. Cooper . . . the reason you passed out was because you had drug overdose," He speaks raising a brow.
"Say what," Chad asks.
I look at Chad worry evident in my eyes.
"I-I never did any drug-" Chad pauses relization showing in his face, "shit."
"What," I question.
"I hate my director," he speaks.
"What about your director," I ask.
"I kept sneezing on our set, because of alergies. So my director gave me some meds for it," he explained.
"Not necessarily," The doctor says, "When we checked to see what drug it was. It was cocanie, which was snortted through the nose." I looked back at Chad my arms crossed.
Chad face is still full of worry.
"It was a nasil thingy. You know the type that you spray in your nose . . ." Chad trails off.
The doctor leans on the bed, "Well, if this young lady didn't call us at the time she did you would've been dead."
Chad's eyes wonder on me and I look down. What would he want to do with me? I'm useless.
"Well like I said, lucky man,"The doctor says leaving.
Five minutes after the Doc left
Chad suddenly is went through a spasm attack.
"Chad," I cry. "Doctor! Doctor, help! I need help!"
The doctor runs in and pulls Chad quickly away on a stretcher. "Take him to surgery."
Chad takes my hand firmly in his. He looks like he is trying to tell me something.
I go first, "I love you."
Chad's eyes show shock as he shakes his head being wheeled away.
I feel as if Chad has just stabbed a knife through my heart.
He doesn't love me back . . . I know it now.
My life is over . . . or least in my mind . . . but not for long.
I know it is sad at the end but what do you think?
