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Tears in the Rain Chapter 2: Why?

Flashing lights.

Sirens.

People's incessant murmuring voices.

That's all I could process. Anything else was just too much. When the ambulance arrived I didn't know how to react. They needed a family member there to ride in the back with him, but seeing as Nate was home alone, and his brothers were away with his parents for that day on a business trip, I thought the obvious thing to do was to climb in the back with my one and only. My love. My Monkey, who was currently mumbling my name as he drifted in and out of consciousness on the gurney heading towards the ambulance doors. But no, they wouldn't let me.

I heard him say my name in an agonizing strain of hope, breaking my heart in the process. I immediately fast walked over to the ambulance steps, attempting to follow the gurney in.

"Excuse me miss, you can't go in there." a slightly good looking paramedic with blonde hair and green eyes said in a low, husky voice.

"Like hell I can't." I said, attempting to forcefully push my way through. He wouldn't budge, "I have to go with him, sir! You don't understand!"

"I'm sorry little missy, I can't allow that." he said crossing his arms which just met the crook of my neck.

I stopped pushing him and looked at him seriously, "listen to me very carefully. I am going to get in that ambulance and go to the hospital with him whether you like it or not. So you either move now, or hear from your supervisor later. Got it?"

He look back and forth from the ambulance to me and sighed, "go ahead." he said looking down and moving to the right of me with a defeated expression on his face.

"Thank you." I said wile walking past him quickly. I was surprised at myself, I have never been that mean to a complete stranger before. Ok well I have, but not someone older then me. I ran to the side of the gurney only to find Nate still calling for me. I reached my hand out and touched his face.

"Alex." he said in a now relived voice. He was so weak, why would he do this? "Alex." he said again with hopelessness. I ran my fingers through his silky curly hair.

"Shh, its going to be ok, alright baby?" I cooed, "I'm right here." I comforted, bending down slightly to kiss his forehead. I felt tears sting my eyes when I saw him brave a painful smile. I stifled a sob and kept comforting him, "Everything is going to be okay."


I waited in his room for 6 hours. He wasn't awake yet. The doctors stated that he was under control now, and it was just a simple suicide attempt. Suicide. That word caught my attention. I know Nate, and I knew that he would never try to kill himself. I just don't know why he did it.

Two hours later I was still sitting there. It has been 8 hours now, and it was starting to get light again from the far rising sun beyond the drapes of the hospital room. I got up and leant against the wall looking out the window when I heard an almost silent dry cough. My head spun around like lightning. Then I caught it. The first glimpse of hope, the first telling that everything was going to be alright. Nate's eyelashes flickered open and looked around the room until then caught me and smiled with relief. That was the same smile I saw when I thought everything was going to be over for him. I hurried over to his bedside and grabbed his hand and as I did, I heard him intake a breath and quickly let go. I didn't realize he had cut his hand also. Sadness ran through me and suffocated my heart, "sorry." was all I could croak out. He looked at me with heartbreaking sorrow. He took his other and reached it to my face, tracing my jaw line.

"Hey, Angel." he said through a dry exhaustion. He looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes and I looked back. We stared at each other until he broke the connection, and I saw tears form in his beautiful eyes. He looked down at his wrist, ashamed. I knew it was too soon, but I wanted to know.

"W-why did you do it, Nate?" I questioned, letting out a sob I hadn't realized I was holding back until now. He closed his eyes tightly as a tear rolled down his face and shook his head.

"Nothing was going right. Everything was turning out wrong. I kept crying, and I-I didn't know why. I was depressed I guess, I don't know." he paused and looked up at me as I wiped away his tears with the pad of my thumb, letting my hand linger on his pale cheek, "I just needed to have control. I couldn't control w-why I was crying. I couldn't control how I was feeling. It was all out of my control. And the one thing I could control was cutting." he paused and took a breath, trying to get himself together, "it just seemed like.. When I cut, everything that hurt on the inside suddenly.. Just started hurting on the outside instead. It was just easier, you know? It was like everything disappeared."

"But why didn't you come to me, Nate? Why didn't you tell me what was going on?" I asked almost cutting him off. I could tell he felt bad, but he answered with a knowing gaze in his eyes.

"I just…" he paused, "I didn't want you to worry about me." he said looking down at his wrist again. It felt like my heart was going to drag its way slowly and painfully up my chest. He didn't want to worry me?

"I'm so sorry" I breathed in a low whisper, lowering my head. I felt his hand graze over my cheek and under my chin, tilting my head to look at him.

"hey, what are you sorry for? You didn't do anything." he soothed in his husky voice. I shook my head and lowered it onto his chest. I heard him stifle a sob filled gasp, "wait, you don't think its your fault do you?" he asked me as I raised my head back up to meet his eyes. I didn't say another word.

It was my fault. I wasn't there for him when he needed me. He would rather hurt himself then worry me about his life. I loved him, didn't he understand that? I heard him take in a sob and then look me straight in the eyes, "listen to me right now ok? This is not your fault, it never was and I don't want you to ever think it was --"

" but I wasn't there when you needed me.. I-I didn't even realize what was going on, I--" I cut him off and then stopped, stifling a sob.

"baby, you were there. I just didn't let you in." he looked at me and then looked down with regret on his face, "I love you. Whatever happens, never forget that. I love you now, and always will love you, alright?" I looked up at him with sorrow and nodded. He slid his hand to my face and gently pulled me to him, "come here.." I laid down beside him on his hospital bed, settling my head in the nook of his neck.

The rest of the night was spent with him apologizing to me, me telling him it was ok, but I didn't know what I would do without him. We both fell asleep about 3 hours later with me still laying there bedside him, and his arm snaked around my waist lovingly.


The next night Nate got released from the hospital, but only because he had agreed to see a therapist about his cutting. He didn't want to do it, believe me, but I knew it was for the best. She would help him get over it, and it would never happen again.

We finally got to his house after a super long car ride. I guess it's a good thing I just got my G2 the previous week. I turned off the car, but neither of us moved. We just sat there in silence. I looked over at him only to see him looking down. I followed his gaze down to the bandages on his wrist. I figured he would be looking down at his wrists sadly, but no. he was looking at them like it was a puzzle. Like a mystery unsolved. But I ignored it. I was just glad we were home.

We were both safe.

He looked up at me, "ready?" he spoke as he unbuckled his seatbelt. I saw him wince a little from the pressure on his hand and I sighed. He didn't notice though, he was already half way out of the car.

"sure, why not.." I mumbled sarcastically, taking my seatbelt off and slamming my door. By the time I was out of the car, Nate was already opening the front door of this house. I jogged up to the front door, meeting him as soon as he opened the door. We walked inside the house, still in complete silence and looked around. Nothing looked different. I don't know why I expected it to, but I did for some reason. Most likely because everything had changed. you could tell just by being in the same environment as Nate that everything had changed.

We walked upstairs slowly we got half way up the stairs and things started to look.. tampered with. Everything in the hallway was shoved off to the side, which the ambulance did to get the stretcher through. Nate started walking even slower, before stopping in front of the bathroom. He wasn't looking into the bathroom, just stopped in front of it. I saw him trying to turn his head, but every time he attempted to he would be unsuccessful. Just turning his head back or looking down. I sighed as I looked at his hands that were in fists and watched as he clenched his jaw so hard that I could see the muscles. I slowly and cautiously stepped towards him, running my hands up him back to his shoulders, then down to his biceps, squeezing them comfortingly. I felt him instantly relax as I put my head on his back and slid my arms round his waist.

He sighed, "I can't even look." he said with a sad chuckle, "I'm such a coward. I can't even bare to look at the aftermath of what I did."

I hugged him tighter, "shh, your not a coward." I cooed as I placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, "come on, go to bed, I'll clean everything up ok?"

His shoulders sunk as he nodded before walking to his room. I sighed heavily before walking forward a bit and turning my attention to the bathroom. I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose with on hand while putting the other hand on my hip. I reopened my eyes to see the horrible aftermath of what had happened.

Blood.

I went under the sink, dodging little pools of blood here and there before getting out an old towel to clean up the mess. I put some water on it and started scrubbing the blood off of the floor. It was harder to get off then expected, but I managed to get the most of it off.

After I was done dealing with that demon, I went to grab my clothes and change. My mom had brought me my clothes while we were in the hospital so I could stay the first few nights with Nate to make sure everything went ok. She was worried about him and I in the same house together over night, but I promised her nothing would happen. So all she said was, "no funny business, Mija." and let it go.

I silently went out of the bathroom and opened the door to Nate's room and peered in. I saw him sitting on his bed facing the window, "hey monkey" I said as I started walking in. he turned around, a little startled, "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"no, no. You didn't. I'm just not really used to other people in the house with me is all." he said with a small smile. He patted the spot next to him on his bed, motioning for you to come over. You did as asked. As soon as you sat down he slowly enveloped you in a hug. You hugged him back with all you could, nuzzling your head into the nook of his neck, taking in his scent. He hugged you so tightly you thought he was never going to let go.

And you loved that feeling.

"I love you so much." he poured out while hugging you.

"I love you too baby." you stated as you felt him nuzzle his head into your shoulder, kissing it softly. He trailed lustful kisses up you shoulder, to your collar bone, your neck, lingering on your ear, until he made his way to your mouth. You kissed him with all you had, as gave you all he had. He put a hand to your cheek, grabbing your head as you put a hand on his waist and one on his neck, pulling him as close as possible. You didn't want that kiss to ever end. But it did as soon as the both of you needed air. He leaned his forehead against yours, still cupping his soft hand around your blushing cheek. You pulled away and walked to the other side of his bed, pulling down the covers. You both got in bed, wrapped your arms around each other, and were soon dozing off to sleep.


Knocking.

Was that knocking?

I sat up in bed, wriggling out of Nates strong grip while I heard someone knocking on the door. I rubbed my head and sighed while I looked at the clock, "6 am? Who the hell is here at 6 in the morning?" I mumbled sleepily to myself as I pulled the covers off. I heard Nate grumble and put his feet on the floor. I walked out into the hallway with Nate right behind me.

The knocking was more incessant now, "hold on, were coming." I said loudly so they could hear. The knocking didn't slow down at all. Nate got to the door before I did. He pulled it open and stood in front of it.

"oh my god."


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