Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Hurt." It's by Johnny Cash. I'm only borrowing it cause I love it and it's what inspired this fic to begin with.
Pairing: None really.
Note: Italics happen in the past. Bolded words are lyrics.
Rating: PG-13/14
Warnings: Erm...none really this time. Except for brief drug references.
Author's Note: ANOTHER new chapter! Wow. And...it's within the same week. :dies: Lol. I'm really surprised but it was roaring to be released upon you. A side note, this chapter is dedicated to my friend Katie because she's awesome.
She groaned, opening her eyes slowly. She was in the car, the backseat, country music twanging through her head. She tried to sit up but couldn't muster the strength. The windows were tinted but it still appeared to be night outside. Her head was spinning and she closed her eyes again, willing the nausea to go away.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
"Is she awake?"
The seat in front of her creaked and she felt a cold hand touch her face. "No. I think she needs a doctor."
"It's to late for that, check her breathing and pulse. Still there? Still strong?"
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything...
The hand was back, in front of her nose and mouth. She smelled lilac. "She's breathing. It's shallow." The hand moved to her neck, it brushed back her hair and fingers pressed against her pulse. "It's here. Erratic. I'm telling you, she needs a hospital!"
"Shut-up Elaine!"
She heard a pop followed by a short cry. "Jimmy, she needs a doctor." The radio was turned up.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
Her cell went off, the ring jarring through the song playing. Her eyes opened minutely, they were pulling off onto the shoulder. "Where is it?"
"I don't know Jimmy!"
Cold hands patted her down, pulled off something warm and felt along her pockets. She looked down and saw it lying under the front seat. Odd... her mind latched onto it. Her fingers twitched, wanting to reach for it but she couldn't move. No strength.
"Doesn't matter anyway Elaine. It stopped." The car pulled out again and she sighed softly, her eyes closing again.
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liars chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
She wandered through the streets, her fingers running against the buildings and fences. Her body ached but she sighed happily, looking up at the full moon. She looked over at the building she was passing, Kadic. How many nights had she wandered this same street, gazing at that same window in that same dorm? To many.
He had moved on, she had to as well. She turned away, taking a different route. It was the first time she had found them. They were in the Park, a few kids from the school that she occasionally attended, sitting in a gazebo, wreathed in fog. They invited her in, taught her how to slice the right way. Taught her how to use the needle. What was good, what wasn't.
And then she had met him in her haze, the world spinning wildly beneath her. He had gripped her shoulders and had her sit on a bench. His name was Jimmy.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
He was the first one that found out. He had seen the scars. He had vowed to protect her. She had gone to him again and again and they had made plans. To escape. To run. To never return.
Her father had found out. He had beat her. Pain, blood, emptiness. Jimmy had come that night, tried to get her to run away. She refused, couldn't move, to tired. Father found them, he and Jimmy got into a fight. She had left, through the window, and had run away. Had ended up at the school. And Odd had found her.
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
She awoke in the next town. She was laying on a bed now, the curtains drawn over the windows, a desk lamp on low next to the bed. Jimmy was sitting next to her, running a washcloth down her arm. A needle next to him on the night stand. It was empty.
He smiled at her, brushing back her hair. "Hi."
"Jimmy...where are we?"
"Your safe now." He smiled again and stood, the washcloth was streaked red. He entered the bathroom, rinsing it and she looked down at her arm with some difficulty. It was stitched up neatly. He returned with gauze, wrapping the stitching in it. "Go back to sleep Sam. Tomorrow's just a few hours away." She nodded, smiling thinly.
"Thanks Jimmy..."
Her vision blurred and she sighed, sinking into a dreamless sleep for once.
Author's Note: Well folks...my fic's drawing to a close. I think there will be maybe one more chapter and epilogue or just an epilogue. Depends on what I'm inspired to do. I want to thank all of you who have stuck by me throughout this fic. Thanks.