Listening to Glee album. I love Glee!
Chloe's POV.
I woke up but didn't open my eyes. I didn't have the energy yet. I felt so tired. So weak. Like I'd just ran for weeks and finally become drained. I was lying down on something soft. A bed? What time was it? Then it came back.
The knife.
My wrists.
The blood. So much blood.
I sucked in a breath. My hands and arms felt numb, but I could feel them at least. That was something right? My head span and I decided not trying to get up.
"Will she be okay?" Peter asked.
"She'll need rest. She'll be weak. She lost a lot of blood," Aunt Lauren said uneasily. "Her wrists are wrapped up now and the bleeding has stopped. That's good."
"What happened?" Amber asked.
"I don't know," Derek sighed. "I came into the room and her wirsts were bleeding. The knife was on the floor."
"Do you think she did it to herself?" Amber asked slowly.
"No," Derek snapped. "Chloe isn't like that. She never would. You didn't see her. The pain and horror on her face. No way she did this to herself."
If I could, I would have kissed him! How did I get so lucky?
"I was just suggesting..." Amber tailed off. "What happened then?"
"Probably a ghost..." The rest of Derek's voice faded away. I fell back asleep.
I woke up again later. At least I think it was later. I could hear someone breathing. Someone was sitting on the bed with me. This time I fluttered my eyes open. I blinked a few times to get my vision clear. It was dark but but totally night. Around 8 maybe.
"Chloe?" I looked towards Derek. His green eyes were clouded with worry.
"D-Derek?" I said weakly.
"Are you okay?" He sat closer.
"Weak." I managed a smile. "Tired. But better."
"Good."
I looked down at my wrists. They had bandges around them. "No more blood," I whispered.
"Lauren cleaned it up," Derek nodded. "She stopped it. She said you passed out because you lost too much, but not enough to cause you any harm."
"I remember," I whispered. "I remember what happened. I felt someone p-pin my wrists to the c-counter, then the k-k-knife came up and-" I broke off with a sob.
Derek wrapped his arms around me. I sobbed quietly into his chest.
"I-I-I couldn't move my arms," I sobbed.
"S'okay, s'okay," Derek mumbled, stroking my hair. "Did you see the ghost?"
"N-No," I wiped my eyes. "Larisa said the shadow was coming. She tired to warn me, but the shadow was too fast."
"I knew it'd be a ghost," Derek grumbled. "Stupid Amber."
"She thought I did it to myself." It wasn't a question but Derek nodded.
"Yeah. Stupid girl."
I laughed then sighed. I snuggled closer to him.
"Peter's a sorcerer," Derek said.
"What? How?"
"Simon told him to repeat a spell. It worked. The only reason we couldn't tell was because Peter didn't know the right words to say."
"Oh," I said. "Good for him."
"Yeah," Derek agreed. "Simon's teaching him. Megan is happy too."
"Bless," I smiled. "Oh no! She didn't see my wrist did she?"
"No," Derek kissed my head. "Amber kept her away when she heard you scream."
"Oh. Good," I yawned.
"Get some more sleep. You need it," Derek said softly.
"Will you stay with me?" I asked scared. "Don't leave. I don't want to shadow to come back!"
"I won't," Derek promised. "I'll be here when you wake up. Sleep, Chloe. I won't leave."
"Love you."
"Love you too," Derek kissed my hair. I felt asleep to his soft humming.
Don't you just love Derek? ;] I know I do. REVIEW.
