I know it's been a while, guys. I'm sorry. I had midterms and school, and a bunch of other stuff. Anyway, my friend gave me ideas for this chapter, and I think it turned out pretty good. Enjoy~
Jerome stared, wide-eyed, at the goth in front of him, not fully comprehending what she had just said. He felt sick to his stomach. Patricia…killing herself? That just wasn't right. Patricia couldn't do it. She just….couldn't.
Alfie blinked a few times, feeling numb. Patricia…she was the sweet goth that everyone loved. He couldn't imagine life without her. He actually liked it when she scolded him for pranks and whatnot.
Mike sighed. Patricia wasn't gonna do it. He'd make sure of it. She didn't deserve this. All she needed was Eddie back. It hurt him…to see how broken she was without Eddie.
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Patricia snuck into the room Alfie, Amber, Jerome, Mick, Joy, and Poppy were in.
"Amber?" She asked cautiously. Amber sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"What?" Amber asked sleepily.
"How're you feeling?" Patricia decided to go into what she had to say, slowly, as not to stress out the ill girl.
"Better." Amber replied simply.
"Then…there's something I need to tell you..." Patricia began, sitting on the edge of the bed. She thought for a minute, wondering how to express her thoughts, without overwhelming Amber's mind. Slowly, she rolled up her sleeve, revealing her wrist. There were the cuts, covering her whole arm. Some were fading, while others were pinkish, from the previous night or earlier that morning.
"Patricia!" Amber gasped, staring at her friend's wrist in horror. "Why?!"
"Because. Eddie's getting worse. And I can't live without him." At this point, Alfie was awake. He cracked an eye open, but when the girls didn't notice, closed it and pretended that he was still asleep.
Poppy watched through the glass window, from outside, staring at the two girls. She had left to get something to eat, and be checked out by a doctor. Turns out, she had a couple bruised ribs, and she'd be sore for a while. Nothing she couldn't live with. She needed to know what Patricia told Amber. The look on Amber's face…she just had to know what was going on. And, she'd find out.
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Nina finally stepped back from Fabian's bed, hearing him wince.
"You okay?" She asked gently. Fabian sighed. He wasn't really okay, but he didn't want to tell Nina that. He just nodded at her, even though he felt like crap.
"I don't think so, Fabian," Nina continued, staring at her boyfriend. The poor guy was deathly pale, except for his flushed cheeks, which were glowing red. He was breathing heavily, and he let out a loud cough, hacking and choking. She began to rub circles on his stiff back, as his coughing began to subside.
"I'm fine," Fabian muttered, sinking back onto his pillows. His head really hurt, but he wasn't about to say it. He didn't want Nina to think he was weak.
"Fabian." Nina looked sternly at her injured boyfriend. She could tell he was hiding something, and she wanted to know what it was. And she wanted to know. Now.
"My chest kinda hurts, and my ribs hurt." Fabian winced as he said that, coughing at the end of his sentence. A lone tear slid down one flushed cheek.
"Oh, Fabian…." Nina replied, sitting on the edge of his bed, and stroking back his dark brown bangs.
"It really hurts, Neens," Fabian moaned, trying to curl into a ball. As he did so, his ribs protested, shooting pain through his whole body. Defeated, Fabian fell back against the mattress, crying, as Nina comforted her to the best of her ability.
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Joy felt so sad. Depressed. She didn't know what it was. Why she felt this way. She just felt depressed, sad all the time. Lost in her own thoughts, her own mind. Not paying any attention to others, or the world around her. Ii was all internal. Like she was isolated from the world.
As she leaned into Mick's chest, Joy thought about it. What would things be like if she killed herself? Would it matter? Would anyone care? She doubted it. Everyone was worried and scared and afraid.
She especially felt bad for Patricia. Eddie had a low chance of waking up…or surviving. She didn't know Patricia was staying strong throughout all of this. She couldn't imagine what she'd do if Mick was in the same situation as Eddie.
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Amber thought about what Patricia had said. What she was doing. It wasn't right. It couldn't be right. What was going to happen next? What were they going to do? They were all falling, and there was only one person who could fix them. Eddie. He'd be able to fix them….if only he wasn't comatose. She sighed softly, curling back into Alfie's chest, letting her thoughts take over again.
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Poppy limped after Mara, wanting to tell someone what she'd heard. She couldn't tell Jerome…or anyone else. Mara was the only one. Finally, she caught up to her.
"Mara!" Poppy called, breathing heavily. Mara turned, seeing the injured girl hobbling up behind her.
"Poppy!" Mara waited for the twelve year old to catch up. Finally, Poppy reached Mara.
"Mara, there's something wrong with Patricia, and she's doing something bad and she told Amber and I want to know what it is," Poppy said in a rush.
"Woah, calm down, Poppy. So, you're saying that Patricia is doing something bad, and she confided in Amber?"
Poppy nodded quickly. Mara thought for a moment, before coming to a quick decision. "Alright, let's go investigate," she suggested, earning another nod from the girl beside her.
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Eddie was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. His head hurt like hell, his ribs burned. He could feel his limbs, and could hear what was going on around him. He could hear harsh sobs, chokes, and coughs, from beside his bed. Was that…Patricia? Her sobs broke his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything would be alright. He began to blink, finally opening his eyes. His intuition was right. Though, what shocked him, was the fact that Patricia held a bloody razor to her right wrist, which was covered in cuts and blood.
"Oh my God…" He whispered. Patricia's head snapped up, and her mouth dropped open.
"EDDIE!" She screamed, throwing herself at him. All the tears she'd been holding back, began streaming down her cheeks, as she curled farther and farther into her boyfriend. "Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie." She whispered over, and over, burying her face in his chest.
"Wow Yacker, miss me much?" Eddie joked, still worried about her wrist.
"Eddie. Eddie," Patricia murmured, inhaling the faint scent of cologne on his body, as she kept crying.
"Yacker, shhhh. Don't cry, please don't cry." Eddie cooed, stroking her aburn hair with his uncasted hand. "What did you do to yourself, babygirl?"
Patricia coughed and sniffled. "W-What do you m-m-mean?"
"This." Eddie held up her bleeding and torn up wrist, eyes flashing.
"I…I…." Patricia replied, wincing as her wrist flared in pain. She tried to hold back the tears, but Eddie saw through it. He shifted in his bed, and pulled Patricia down, so she was lying on his chest. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and he turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around her. Gently, he began to rub her back, trying to soothe her. His injuries were pretty sore, he didn't feel too good, his head hurt like hell, but he had to take care of Patricia. His ribs flared up in pain, shooting agony through is whole body, making him gasp and wince. Then, his leg began to shoot pain signals through his nervous system, making him clench his teeth to keep from screaming.
"Y-Yacker?" He stuttered, not being able to take it any longer.
"Eddie? What's wrong?" Patricia looked in her boyfriend's eyes. They were filled with an emotion, she'd never seen on him before. Pain. Pure agony.
"It hurts…" He mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut, and trying to curl into fetal position. The pain was beginning to worsen, and he couldn't take it. He let out a harsh cough, whimpering as his ribs burned.
"C'mon Slimeball, don't do this to me, tell me what hurts," Patricia whispered.
"Everything," Eddie managed to choke out, before the tears took over.
Well? I've got a good idea for this. All the plot lines will eventually mix together and become one surprising twist~ I've got a lot in store for you guys, so keep a look out~ Review, please, and if you have ideas, I may be able to incorporate them in~ Love you guys~
XO ~Neha
