She Doesn't Care

Chapter 13: Looking Up

"Okay, well. I'm coming home. But do not tell our parents about this. Not a word." I hung up and looked around for the nurse.

"Hello? Sister?" I called out limping behind a familiar looking nurse. She was kind enough to assist before.

"Yes?"

"When can I get this cut?" I asked her pointing at the plaster on my hand.
"Well, I'm assuming a day or two would be enough. Come back here day after and we'll see." She offered me a pity filled smile that I hesitantly returned.

I had to hide this from mom and dad, I had caused them enough trouble already. So, I made my next call.

"Lola?" I asked hearing a lot of disturbance then silence.

"Guys! It's Delphi!" Were they ever apart from each other? Though, I guess it makes sense, when I was a child, I lived in the pack house and we were all constantly together. I often hid behind Ethan, he would shelter me from the attention.

"Hi! What's going on?" She questioned enthusiastically.

"I feel horrible for asking this of you, really. But I need a place to stay in for a day or two. Could you help me out? I wouldn't be there for long." I massaged my forehead with my uninjured hand, balancing the phone on my shoulder.

"Why? I mean, of course I'll help you. But are you in trouble? What happened?" I didn't want to drag her into it, I had already hurt so many people but I knew there was no way she would let it slide.

"I'll explain everything when I meet you, which is in about two hours. Okay? Thank you so much, Lola! I owe you."

"No biggie. Just be safe." And with that she ended the call.

The drive home I started searching for reasons that sounded plausible for my stay in some other place. I had to hide my hand from my dear parents or they would've tucked me in a bubble wrap and made me go to Dr. Hannah again. Perhaps that could've helped.

I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Look what we have here." I froze in my steps hearing a voice but quickly recognising it as Scott's, I relaxed.

"In my room." I whispered and tip-toed to my room without making any sudden movements.

Reaching my room I let him in and then went back to packing a small bag for myself with the necessary things.

"Stop." Scott demanded but seeing my lack of response to him he held my shoulders effectively stopping my actions.

"Just stop, Delphi." The pain in his voice made me look at him as he pushed me to sit on the bed.

"I know you're going through a lot, believe me, Delphi. I know. I can't understand but I know. Please, you constantly hurting yourself is affecting us all. Mom-dad are not taking this well. They have already lost a child. Don't make it so hard for them. It has been difficult for all of us after Ethan but you need to understand that Ethan would want you to get better. Not hurt yourself." I shifted under his gaze, my eyes were already watering.

"He loved you. And now that he is looking from above he's shaking his head at what you've made of yourself. You've always been the strong one of the family. Ethan taught you that, didn't he? Then why are you doing this? For mom and dad, I'm begging you. I know it's hard, Del, but you have to push through. They aren't getting any younger. Please." Tears were shining in my brothers eyes and this was the first time I had seen him cry since that day I had come back home alone.

I stood up and hugged him, letting my tears soak in his shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Scott. I've been so caught up on what is happening to me I forgot how it affects you all too. I swear, I'll be better. I'll get better, Scott." I paused, "I am the strong one out of us both after all." I added punching his arm playfully. He gave me a sad smile, one that I knew hid a lot of pain. He had the same smile Ethan did, I knew what it meant and I hated myself for putting it there.

"But I'll be gone a few days, Scott. Don't worry about me. Just till the plaster comes off." I said to which he just nodded.

"Take care." And he left.

His words made me realise what was right in front of me. I had been so selfish. Ethan's death had affected us all and my sudden state of mourning hadn't helped either. My parents were growing old and the pressure from work was increasing too. I was supposed to be the safe daughter they could rely on.

I needed to sort myself out for not only my sake but also theirs.

And I knew the first step.
No more self harming.

All I had to do was wait for the plaster to get removed then I would do better. Try harder.

I had work that following afternoon and before that I needed to be out and at Lola's place to see where I could stay for a small amount of time.

I was hopeful that everything would lookup eventually. It had to.

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Sylvester in the next chapter, promise!
This one is too short.. but I'll make the next one extra long.
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