A/N– Two words. School Sucks. That's why I haven't been able to update. I've had too much homework and too much to do when im not in school or studying or doing homework. But today, surprisingly, my schedule is free. So here you go.

Disclaimer: Everything recognizable belongs to Lauren Brooke.

Chapter 6

Next Day: Monday: Amy's POV

I lay awake in the dark room, moonlight filtering through the sheer white curtains, hitting me like a beacon. I slowly turned my head, lazily, towards the window and peered through a small crack between the ends of the curtains. Outside I saw Jefferson, my home. But it didn't feel like my home, not from inside this room. This fake, prison-like, stifling room. With it's white walls and a border contains specks of bright, "cheery" colors. Yeah right, who's cheery when they're in the hospital? The stiff bed with a too fluffy pillow and itchy blankets. Ill be damned if anyone has ever been even a little cheery while in the hospital.

But at the moment I wasn't close to being happy at all, so maybe in my biased opinion noone was ever cheery while in the hospital. Im sure as hell not. It's 2:30 in the morning and here I am, staring out the window, my eyes drooping but never fully closing, thinking of Ty.

Arguing more like.

Ty slept with Ashley.

Yes but he seemed ashamed of himself.

He should be! Fucking asshole.

Now, now. Ty stood up there with you, not Ashley in his arms. Nothing necessarily happening, but in his arms none the less. With him holding you there. Now that's something isn't it?

No. He was ashamed maybe, like you said, and that's why he held me. It's not like he like's me.

Well you can't know that, now can you? Think about it...

There's nothing to think about, I mean...Oh my God, I'm talking to myself.

I shook my head, clearing it of those thoughts. Yes Ty had held me, yes he said he'd wanted to be friends, but no he didn't like me. And even if he did, nothing could ever happen. Ty had slept with Ashley, nothing could change that, and I don't think I could ever forgive him.

Plus we work together. That's not very business-like.

I sighed and turned my head away from the window, letting my home drift away with it, and finally letting my eyes close.

Three day's later.

I followed the doctor's finger back and forth, up and down, as he waved it in-front of my face. I knew I was fine, my head hadn't throbbed since the day before, a record. He nodded slightly as he scribbled something on his clipboard, letting his finger drop. I sat in silence with him for a few seconds, glancing at Lou and Grandpa in the doorway, warily watching the doctor.

"Well Amy, everything seems to be fine. It doesn't look like you have any lasting side effects of your injury, so if you like you may leave. But please promise me one thing, no falling off any more horses, ok?" I smiled sleepily and nodded slightly.

Lou and Grandpa walked a few steps into the room and Lou held out her hand to me. I let my hand rest in hers as I pulled myself to my feet, putting my weight into Lou. I was fine from the accident, nothing hurt anymore, but I was tired, and Lou knew it.

I had never been able to sleep in hospitals, their blinking florescent lights reminded me of a horror movie, and their false picture of comfort and happiness only made me uncomfortable and depressed. This is what Lou thought, as I leaned against her, but she was only half right. I was so tired I think I could sleep anywhere, even in the perfect set of a horror movie. But no, it was Ty. He had plagued my mind on Monday, and hadn't stopped since. I kept arguing with myself on whether or not I should forgive him and how I will thank him for saving my life. After ignoring him on Saturday I don't think I can even look him in the face...not that I ever could.

But even worse I soon found out that Ty left. I was sitting in my room in the early morning on Tuesday when Lou sauntered into my room. I had to shake myself out of my thoughts, once again surrounded by Ty, and listen to her as she told me she'd gotten a call from Ty's parents asking whether we knew where he was. Apparently he'd fled town and hadn't contacted anyone. His parents seemed baffled on the subject of why he left in the first place, but in my mind I knew why, and instantly I was in full depression mode.

"You ok?" Lou asked as we settled into the seats of Grandpa's pick-up truck.

I only nodded, words seeming heavy in my mouth. Too much work.

"You sure?" she prodded, clearly worried.

I nodded once again. A common gesture lately.

I felt her stare, felt her worried, anxious stare, and let my head fall forward into my chest, ashamed.

I only realized I had fallen asleep when I woke in my bed, covers lightly pulled up to my chin. I faintly remembered Grandpa picking me up and carrying me to my room, Lou frantically watching him as he proceeded. I yawned slightly and looked around, my clock catching my attention. 12:47, at night.I was slowly but surely getting my days and nights mixed up. I slowly swung my legs over the edge of my bed, wincing as my bed creaked. I tiptoed to my door and glanced out, noone. My slippered feet padded along the wood floors, and down the spiral stairs, and along the floor to the fridge. I poured a glass of milk and grabbed a box of Oreos. Depression food. Nothing like it.

Same Day: Friday: Calico Springs Motel Sunshine: Ty's POV

I stared blankly at the dirty walls, letting my eyes burn until I reluctantly blinked, my eyes cooling as I did so.

This was a usual game. See how long I can keep my eyes open without closing them. Letting the slight prickle behind my eyes turn into full fledged burning. Hot pin-needles pricking my eyes into oblivion, until I blinked. Until my body overruled my mind and made me blink. Made me lose the self-inflicted pain that I had resorted to.

I know, pathetic. I was deep in self-pity and wallowing in it, swimming with joy and freedom. I was making myself focus on a certain point on my body, letting pain erupt inside of it, and trying to free my mind of Amy. Trying to focus in on one thing that didn't remind me of her.

It didn't work.

First had been t.v. I sat for hours after arriving at the hotel, staring blankly at the t.v, watching a marathon of re-runs of 7th Heaven. Half-way through the 4th one there was a girl who resembled Amy who stopped and talked to Matt. I turned the t.v off.

Second had been eating. I had gone out and gotten junk food from the nearby drug store. Wrappers littered the motel floor around me as I fiercely shoved calorie after calorie into my mouth. On my third trip to the drug store I saw a little girl with her mother, just like the first time I'd met Amy. I left.

Third had been sleeping. I tried to sleep, desperately, but it never came. Id close my eyes and Id see Amy, floating like a plague in-front of my vision. I hadn't closed my eyes since.

And finally pain. I had been thinking of something new to do when I caught my vision on the doorknob, my eyes slowly burning until I forced myself to blink. From then on I warred with myself to inflict unnecessary pain. It had worked for a while, but soon the thought of causing Amy pain that day of the accident and watching as her eyes filled with tears...I finally blinked freely

I moaned as I walked to the bathroom and frowned as I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't slept for 4 days, and slowly but surely it was wearing me down. My hair was disheveled from restless tossing and no showering, my face was drawn with fatigue and sorrow, my eyes sunken into my face, but worse was the look on my face. My face was horrible. Usually laugh lines were evident and my eyes were somewhat happy. But now my laugh lines were frown lines, and my eyes were bare. Bare and stripped of any emotion. They held only a large black void of nothingness. Nothing at all. No feeling, no care in the world, nothing.

I turned from my reflection and stripped myself, to match my eyes, of all clothes. I stepped into the cold water and my teeth instantly started clacking. A new kind of pain, a new kind of suffering. I reveled in the icy cold water, and let it wash away the streaks of forbidden, dried tears.

Next Day: Saturday

I slowly dressed into my not-so-appealing clothes that I had worn since id left Jefferson. I sniffed in discomfort and immediately resented the action. A horrible stench, drifting off of my clothes got caught in my breath and made me cough. Ok, new clothes. I slowly rummaged through the backseat of my car, throwing things around and not caring whether or not anything got on the leather seats. I finally found my wallet and looked inside. 32 dollars and 43 cents. Oh and my emergency credit card. Courtesy of dear old dad.

Emergency my ass. Here I come new clothes.

I jumped into my car and glanced at the gas gauge. I fought back the image of Amy as I reluctantly pulled into the same gas station in which I had first met her. I slowly pumped my gas and then walked forward to pay for it. As I did I saw myself, weeks earlier, pretending to read a sports magazine while really spying on the beautiful girl who had just walked in. I remember her swirling curls bouncing slightly as she had walked forward in line. I remember watching as she looked me up and down and blushed as our eyes met.

I felt the familiar pricking at the back of my eyes and willed myself not to cry. I never cried, never. When I was 12 I had fallen off of my bike and broken my leg in three different places. I had never felt pain so great. But not one tear was shed. I got up and dragged myself home, wincing occasionally, but never crying.

I had thought that was the worse pain possible, until I met Amy. When everything was said and done between us I had such a pain in my chest that everything was unbearable. Everything. I had cried more in the last week than I had in my whole life.

"How can I help you?" I kept looking at the magazines, "Sir?" I blinked and looked at the man behind the counter, not the same guy. God is real. I stared at him and then walked out of line. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, I held up a finger, motioning for them to hold on. I walked past medicine, past chips, and down the 4th aisle. I picked up an item and carried it back to the cashier. He glanced at me and then rang it up, adding it to my gas. I smiled at him slightly and thanked him graciously.

I jumped in my car and head back towards the motel, new clothes forgotten.

I walked into my room and sat on the bed, stripping myself of my shirt, which stunk more than anything else, and opened the item I had purchased.

Oreos.

A/N– Sooo? It wasn't much interaction, not much action, but a lot of emotion and explaining. Sorry so short, sleep plagues me also.