Chapter 4 everyone! hope u like it :)
Patricia's POV
I watched as the first drop of my newly oxygenated, poison apple red blood slowly slid down my arm, and dripped onto the floor. It reminded me of the tears that fell from my eyes; my weaknesses, grief and pain. I couldn't feel it anymore. Concentrating on my inner pain and the lyrics I had blasting in my room, I picked up the razor, and I went over the same spots again and again. Drip. Drip. Drip. And I didn't stop until I slipped into darkness.
Eddie's POV
I didn't realize I was running until I reached Anubis house out of breath. It was like my subconscious controlled my actions. I slowed down, catching my breath, but I kept being urged by instinct to run again. I tried my best to ignore it, thinking I would look like an idiot if I showed up in Patricia's room sweating. I hesitated as I reached the door, not really knowing what to say to her. I could hear the unmistakable lyrics of I Hate You by Sick Puppies playing, no, blasting, from within her room. I smiled, reminded of us. God, I loved her so much. I turned the door knob, not expecting what was clearly before my eyes. She lay on the floor, blood everywhere. An empty bottle of alcohol lay sideways on the floor, for the part she hadn't finished spilled out in a puddle underneath her, mixing into the blood. No, no, no. This could not be happening. I froze in fear and guilt, wishing I had kept running. It hurt to know she had done this to herself. Because of me. I ran to her calling her name, and sunk to the floor in despair. She looked dead, but not the peaceful kind. She looked completely miserable. I was too scared to check for a pulse, fearing the worst. I cried; the last words I said to her asking her who she was echoing over and over in my head, making me even more miserable. Gone, I kept thinking, she was gone. Even if she was still alive, she was dead inside. I knew then that I couldn't live without her. If I stayed here helpless, I would die just like her. What was I still doing here? There was a chance of saving her, it was low, but I didn't care. I would do whatever it takes to save her. A surge of hope and longing surged though me, giving me the strength I needed. I took my love into my arms and went as fast as I could to her car. The blood was still flowing freely from both of her wrists, seeping into my shirt. I gently put her into the passenger seat. Then I drove like hell to the hospital.
Patricia's POV
Something wet dripped onto my face, bringing me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes, and recognized I was looking into the eyes of Eddie, who was crying. My first thought was that I was in heaven. But then why was he crying? We were supposed to be happy in heaven. And then I knew. I was in the hospital, alive. A mix of emotions ran through me, mostly relief and anger. A part of me was relieved to be alive, that Eddie saved me. But a stronger part was angry, this was supposed to work. I was supposed to be dead. Of course it would be Eddie who would ruin my plans. "Patricia?" Eddie whispered. I stiffened. He had remembered.
"Way to ruin my plans you jerk," I said. He smiled.
"Love you too."
Eddie's POV
I had done it. She was alive and I knew she was going to be OK as soon as she said that to me. We were going to be together. I felt it. I would never, ever leave her again.
Joy's POV
The first I did when we got back to Anubis house was check on Patricia. The others kept saying she was fine and that I was over reacting, but I knew her better than them. I had a bad feeling about it. "Patricia? Patricia!" I called to her through the closed door. She didn't answer. "I'm coming in," I said. I opened the door and screamed. The blood... there was so much blood. It soaked through the once-white sheets, covered the floor, stained the carpets. The room seemed to take on a red hue. But Patricia was nowhere to be found. I prayed to god she was OK, wherever she was. Wasn't losing Eddie enough?
Patricia's POV
Eddie had said he loved me. I decided to tell him everything. How I never got over him, and lied about the kiss, how I felt in the car accident, how depression took its hold on me, him not remembering me, and my parents death. It spilled out easily, and he listened. He was patient with me, something I had never seen from him before. He seemed to understand. He apologized, over and over again. Then he told me how he'd found me and almost given up. "I love you Eddie," I confessed, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," he told me, very seriously this time. We smiled at each other, thankful we had both made it through alive. We were finally being honest. He kissed me gently, and I responded immediately. We moved perfectly in sync, like we were made for each other. My phone rang, interrupting us. Eddie look annoyed. I hadn't even realized it was in my pocket. I looked at the caller ID; it was Joy. Oh great, I thought, she probably found the mess in my room, and would be in hysterics. This was something I couldn't deal with at the moment with my aching head.
"Can you get it for me?" I asked Eddie.
"Sure," he said.
Eddie's POV
"Hello?"
"Eddie?!" Joy said frantically, "When did you wake up? And are you with Patricia? Is she OK? Because I found all this blood in her room and-"
"Joy, calm down. Yes, Patricia is with me and she's fine. I brought her to the hospital in time. And I woke up from my coma this afternoon."
"Oh thank God. I'm coming." With that, she hung up.