Do You Hear the Music?

by Kitasky123

What happens if Cammie didn't stop trying to kill herself after nearly falling off the roof? What if Dr Steve had it I so she would stop hearing the music if something stopped her the first time but would start up when the next opportunity presented itself? What if she cant stop until she succeeds?

10. Chapter 10

Do You Hear the Music?

OK I know it has been ages and I am so incredibly sorry! You can come after me with pitch forks and torches if you would really like I know I deserve it!

My excuse is probably not wanted but I will just say Uni is a big thing at the moment… nearing the end of my first semester and that's all im gonna say.

Ok without further ado here is the chapter!

Chapter 10

Abby's POV

I feel her slump in my arms and I quickly tighten my grip to catch her before she falls to the ground. Her eyes become unfocused as she looks up at me, a great amount of terror visible in her eyes. Rachel cups her face, her hands shaking.

"Cammie! Stay with me sweetheart its ok! Please my gorgeous girl its ok." Her voice chokes out her sentences.

Cammie's face is ghostly white against Rachel's tanned skin, her scarlet blood smeared across her cheeks.

Cammie goes limp, her body a dead weight in my arms. I swing her legs up over my arm and settle her head in the crook of my neck, my other arm supporting her back, my hand gripping her arm tightly. Her blood continues to bubble out of her arm, running in rivers down my hand. I step backwards out of the shower and ignoring the people around me, I quickly walk out of the room heading towards the infirmary that Cammie has frequented all too often in the last few months.

The corridors are quiet as everyone stops to watch the odd sight that is me covered in blood with a limp Cammie slumped in my arms, her skin growing increasingly more grey the further I get away from her room.

I finally reach the infirmary and notice it is already in a flurry of activity as they had anticipated our arrival after the panic button had been pressed that instantly signals there is something wrong with Cammie. The fact that this button is a necessity does not do anything for my nerves.

Cammie is scooped out of my arms, laid on the trolley bed and whisked away through the double doors to the intensive care area.

I slide down the wall and pull my knees up to my chest, trying not to feel the slickness of her blood smeared across my arms and chest. There was so much of it, in such a short amount of time that she must have hit an artery.

I rest my head on my forearms and sigh, trying to fight of the image of being at another funeral … another important person lost… but this time not in the line of duty… but at… at her own hands. My beautiful, strong niece trying to kill herself is just not something that I can comprehend, something that I never thought I would have to entertain.

I hear someone slide down the wall and settle beside me, an arm slipping itself over my shoulders and pulling me into them. I know without looking up that it is Joe. He squeezes my shoulder lightly and brings a cloth to my arms and begins to clean the drying blood from my skin.

"She will be ok Abby." He murmurs, his breath lightly fanning over my skin.

I gasp in a ragged breath, the tears I'm fighting to hold in stinging my eyes. I feel myself unwillingly relax into is warm embrace.

"God I hope so," I whisper, my eyes squeezed shut. "I hope so."