The girl nodded, her eyes falling to half lids as the blood continued to spread onto the floor. "Rep, listen," she mumbled.
"I promised, I promised you'd be okay, Lover, I'm so sorry," I stammered tearfully, a salt drop running down my cheek.
"It's okay. I'll be okay. It was meant to happen, you'll be okay," the girl said, her eyes starting to close.
"Lover, wake the fuck up!! No, no, stop, stay with me, please, baby, I'm sorry, stay with me," I sobbed, trying to keep as much pressure as I could without breaking down.
"Rep? I love you. I love you so much, just let me say this," she coughed, causing more blood to spill out.
"Say it, yeah, baby, say it, you're okay," I said, gulping and trying to stop myself from looking at the blood puddle that was getting on my clothes, the clothes we bought together.
"Thank you for being in my life, th-thank you for everything, even if it was just... short. I love you," she smiled, her eyes slowly falling shut.
I pressed a quick kiss to her lips, my tears mixing with hers. "No, Lover, please, you're gonna live, you're not dying, you have so many years left," I whimpered, watching as her eyes stayed closed, the expression on her face slowly fading away.
My eyes widened even more, my face falling into horror. "No. No! HELP, PLEASE! HELP!" I yelled, watching as a few paramedics rushed past the crowd, checking my everything's pulse and hoisting her up on a stretcher.
"Help her, please, she can't go, she can't go," I pleaded, trying to go after her as I continued to cry uncontrollably. I felt myself being pulled away into the arms of a stranger, and I glanced up.
Standing behind me was a short haired brunette. There was a small boy next to her, and he looked terrified. She was with a tall blonde, a little shorter then I but tall none the less.
"Shh, you're okay, honey. She'll be okay," The woman muttered into my ear, both of the older people pulling me into their arms.
I didn't know them, but I didn't know what else to do as I collapsed back, crying as I gasped for air. It wasn't a cute cry, it was a cry that you would do if you just lost the love of your life. And I might've.
"They h-have t-to he-help her, they- she- i-" I gasped through sobs, leaning into their arms.
"I know. I know. She's gonna be okay." The brunette cooed, gently carding her hands through my hair. "Deep breaths, kid, deep breaths," she muttered in the gentlest tone I'd ever been spoken to by an adult.
I tried to follow her instructions, and eventually, I managed to get my breathing back to normal, but my cries definitely didn't subside.
"Okay. I'm Gracie, this is Flora," she introduced, pointing at the blonde next to her. "And that's Oliver," she said quietly, giving my hair a gentle kiss, the way that my mother had done when I was younger, before my dad and mom went evil on me.
"We have to go to the hospital, we have to," I stated, pulling out of their embrace shakily, ignoring the blood literally all over me as I wiped my hands on my brand new outfit.
The two women looked at me concerned, but followed me out and picked up the small boy. I felt 'Gracie' gently lead me towards their car, and I followed, tapping my fingers impatiently on my arm. It was a nice car, three rows, electric, nice and dark. 'Flora' and Oliver sat in the back seat, leaving me the front as Gracie got in the drivers seat.
"So, 'Lover'?" Gracie asked gently, turning the radio down a bit and glancing at me as my knee went at motor speed, my blood stained hands fidgeting desperately with my rings as I stared at the ceiling of the car.
"Lover's my girlfriend," I answered quietly, thinking about how much I wish it would've been me to take her place.
"Mm, and you are?" Gracie asked again, following the gps to the hospital, which was around 13 minutes away.
"Reputation." I muttered quietly, taking my phone out and scrolling through my photo album of Lover, which contained 2231 photos total.
Gracie nodded, glancing back through the rear view mirror at Oliver and Flora.
"Could you tell us a bit about you?" The woman asked, her tone the same sickening sweet that made my stomach turn. She would probably drag me to an alley and beat the fuck out of me, and my parents probably paid her, just like those other two times.
"Um... I'm a bitch, I'm gay, I drink, and my life is shitty. Thank you for the help, I do appreciate it, but it'll probably be better if you stay out of trouble, Aka, my life," I sighed, pulling a leg up to my chest and reading the 7 missed calls from my dad.
"Oh. Well, um..." Gracie choked out, utterly shocked by my choice in words. "Uh, do you want me to call your parents to meet you down by the hospital?" Gracie asked, completely ignoring my entire sentence.
"They're banned from the hospital," I murmured, playing with my rings. "Can I call someone really quick?" I asked, glancing at the brunette in the seat next to mine.
"Yeah, of course," she smiled, which sent a shiver down my spine. I wasn't sure if it was a good shiver, though.
I dialed Jaxon's number in, calling him on emergency. He picked up after about one and a half rings.
"Hey, you okay? I haven't gotten an ER call since you got that plate thrown at you," the boy chuckled, which quickly faded as he heard that I wasn't laughing too.
"Lover got shot, hospital, now," was all I told him before I hung up. I got a call from him again, but I ignored it and tucked my phone back in my pocket.
"Woah. Um. Plate thrown at you? Who would..." Flora chuckled awkwardly from the backseat.
"judge for yourself, who's banned from the hospital?" I asked sarcastically, staring at my hands.
"Your parents would throw a plate at you?" The boy in the back asked quietly. "My past dad and mom yelled a lot, but they never threw stuff," he said, his words sounding like a 6 year old's would.
"Yeah. You're too young to get yelled at, dude," I sighed, knowing damn well my parents would do the same thing when I was 4.
"Yeah, Florie says that too," the boy muttered from the back seat, playing with his fidget toy that the older blonde gave him.
"Mhm." I hummed, looking out the window until we arrived at the hospital. I unbuckled my belt before we stopped moving, and flung the door open, scrambling out of the car that was pulling over to park, and I heard a shocked 'Jesus Christ' from behind me as I closed the door and sprinted up to the front door.
I swear I'd never moved faster then that moment, not in any of my games. I flung the door open and rushed to the front desk.
"Lover Valentine, what floor?" I asked, slamming my hands down onto the desk. The receptionist looked up at me shocked, adjusting her glasses before saying her answer.
"Uh, Floor 4," she said carefully, watching as I bolted away from the desk and pressed the elevator button multiple times.
I finally arrived at the floor, waiting restlessly in the chair next to the door for any result from a doctor. Speak Now was there, so was Folklore. Lover's parents weren't.
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FanfictionLover's always been off, she's always had her struggles, always had problems. She's always been able to cover them up with fake laughter, 'I'm fine!'s, and various creative white lies. What happens when her best friend starts to notice them?
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