JOSH’S POV
I wake up to bright, white, lights and the sound of several voices talking. And where was I? Oh right, the hospital. I close my eyes because it was way too bright. They should’ve just let me die, there’s no point in living anymore. I look around to see doctors and nurses swarmed around me. I find that my left arm is bandaged and it hurts. You could see that there were stitches on my arm from where I made the cut through the bandage.

“Josh, do you want some more pain medicine?” I hear someone asking. I shake my head no, but immediately regret it. My wrists hurt, my head hurt, everything hurt.

I stay there laying and the doctors and nurses leave the room. I think about how much school work I would be missing. My mind drifts off you Ashton again. How he must be at school flirting with another girl. Or how he must be laughing about me with Calum. He would never like me. Ever.

ASHTON’S POV
I wake up to bright, white lights and the sound of a few people talking. (A/U wow, deja vu am I right?) I look around and I find myself on a bed and several wires attached to me. My leg is in a cast. So I’m in a hospital again. I’ve always hated hospitals, I’ve been at them way too often. After my dad left, I ran away to try to find him but got bitten by a snake. When I was 8 I broke my arm during soccer when Michael ran into me. At age 11 I started to cut and once it wouldn’t stop bleeding. Age 14 I overdosed and had to come here yet again. I swear I can name the nurses here by name.

“Ashton, we’re going to move you out of the emergency room and you’re going to share a room with another patient your age, is that ok?” a nurse asked. I nodded my head and squinted hard to read her name tag. Dyl, what a pretty name. And what a pretty face, large, brown eyes, thin but red lips, she was gorgeous. But I had Josh. I didn’t want another pretty person in my life.
The hospital bed is lifted off the ground and placed onto a set of wheels. It starts rolling and I close my eyes. I didn’t want to share a room with anybody, I was happy the way I was in a room alone.

TREVOR’S POV
I got sent to the hospital today because my mom was beating me up too hard. I have tens of bloody bruises and a lot of open wounds. My head was hurting like a motherfucker and I couldn’t take it.

I ring the help button and wait for a nurse to come.

“What can I get you Trevor?” my nurse today asked

“Could I get more main medication?” I asked, but I already knew she was going to say no. I took a dose not even an hour ago.

“You just took some not too long ago, I’ll get you more if you need it in like a few hours,” the nurse said

See? She said no.

I sat there for a good hour doing nothing with the telly on for background noise. An hour later a nurse knocks on my door and opens it slowly.

“Hey Trevor, you’re going to have a roommate,” she said, “meet Ashton!”

She rolled Ashton into my room and laid him next to the bathroom door. Ashton had a cast on his leg and he was well asleep.

I lay my head back and reach to get my phone from next to my pillows. I scroll through twitter, stopping to like Harry Styles’ tweet. I open keek to tell everyone that I was fine but decided not to expose my family life to them.

“Josh? Why are you here?” Ashton asked in a sleepy voice.

“Oh hey Ash, I didn’t know you were coming” I lied. Of course I knew he was coming, I just was trying to avoid his question.

“Yeah man, I broke my leg earlier today. Why are you here?”

Damnit. He asked me again. Now I had to answer him.

Mom hit me again, this time in the chest instead of my hip. I screamed out in pain and tried hard to not cry. She pulls her hand up and closes it into a fist and punches me square in the nose. My sides were bleeding. My head was hurting. My throat was completely dry and I could not breathe. My asthma was getting to me. Scream as loud as I can so that my neighbors could hear me as my other grabs a pocket knife from her vest and pushes the blade deep into my calf. I hear sirens starting to get close and I black out.

Notes

AND THEN BAM STRAIGHT IN THE PAN

LOOK AT ME FRESH OUT THE HOSPITAL AND ALREADY WRITING MORE CHAPTERS.

Im sorry if this chapter is short and choppy. I didn't have time to edit it and I didn't really feel like writing. I also have exams and SOL's to make up and so much homework oml.

Moral of the notes: Don't try to kill youreslf. I know this is super clique but yeah. I don't expect you to be not suicidal but please know that you'll miss so much if you leave.

I love every single one of you. Bye loves

-IZ