Famous Last Words[Oliver Sykes]

Chapter Two - As If It Wasn't Enough

Note: I changed some things in the last chapter. Juliet has recovered from self-harm, with no new cuts. thanks for understanding xx
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Chapter Two

As If It Wasn't Enough:

(Juliet/Hunter's POV)

Sirens are familiar to me. They always have been.

This time, however, is different. It's not the recognizable police sirens, but ambulance wails.

I flinch at the sudden noise, drawing away from Oli and I's embrace. After coming to the realization that I had just shown a man I barely knew my scars, I look him straight in the eyes. "Don't talk about this please. It doesn't matter anymore now that I've stopped." I plead desperately.

He nods dismissively, his warm eyes filling with grief, worry, and sadness. But his eyes don't lock with mine long, and he leaves me feeling alone. I guess I push people away when I need them most.

"Now what in the bloody hell is going on outside?" He demands, quickly exiting his house. I see Kaylie, she's always the first person I see in a crowd. She's passed out. She's in a stretcher. Oh god no. Someone has a body bag. No no no. I'm at her side in an instant and she's still breathing, but her face is pale and she's cold.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Oliver is asking the medics, but a police officer pushes him away.
"Sir, unless you're related to young lady we need you to back up." He says aggressively.
"Please tell me what's going on!" I ask, my hand in Kaylie's. I look pleadingly at the medics and the officer.
"Ma'am are you family?" The officer asks, stepping towards me.
"Not blood but--"
"Then please step away from the woman." He orders, getting closer.
"You don't understand! I'm the only family she has!" I scream, launching myself at the stretcher.
"Officer it's alright, she and one other person can ride in the ambulance." One of the medical doctors says.

The ambulance ride there is silent. Oliver decided to stay behind and drive to the hospital, because the theory was Andy would explain what the hell happened. But he makes no move to, so I sit and stare at my pale bestfriend. "Will she be okay?" I ask after too long of a silence.
"She has a ruptured spleen, minor damage in lungs, cracked rib cage, and splintered spine. The only thing we're concerned about is if there's any inward bleeding from the crash, and we'll only be able to find that out once we reach the hospital." He explains, and suddenly the ambulance is a lot colder. The assistant medical students are inserting some taps along the IV lines. I'm shaking uncontrollable, burying my face in my hands. This is like mom and dad all over.

I don't move. I hardly breathe; I'm too numb to feel anything. The only pain I feel is tearing through my mind like I am paper. Everything I've built up, all of the strength it's taken to stop self-harm gone in an instant and all I crave is a blade. I turn to Andy and grab his hand.
"I need you to tell me what happened." I say gently, scooting closer to him.
"I'm so so so sorry Hunter, I never meant for this to happen. Oh god. I don't even care about the car." Andy squeezes my hand hard.
"Hey shh, listen. It'll be okay, everything will be okay. Kaylie is in good hands. It's not your fault. Start from the beginning, what happened?" I move so I'm almost on top of him before wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.
"W-we were driving home and I swear I was sober, I swear. Kaylie was messing around with the car door and I guess I forgot to lock it. She opened her door on the free-way and I don't know how it happened, but her seat-belt snapped. She fell out of the car." He hugs me back and begins to cry. It's all too much for him, and then I start to cry too.
"It's not your fault. It was a mistake, shh baby shh." I try to be comforting to this man I've just met, but we only have a short 10 minutes together before we're at the hospital and asked to wait outside in the ICU waiting room. I curl up on a chair, crying soundlessly. I don't hear Oliver come in, but I know it's him because he starts talking about cats and his accent is strong and clear.
"I'm not supposed to talk about it, but please don't bring your cats back. You don't need them." Oliver is trying to be calm and reassuring and even helpful, but it's not going to work. I need my blades back. I need them.
"Okay." Is all I say, nodding to make it look better. I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me closely.
"Thank you." He whisper, before sitting down on the couch pulling me on his lap. He doesn't let go of me, and my eye-lids begin to droop so I fall asleep, my ear against his chest listening to his heartbeat.

-*-*-*-

"What do you mean you did everything you could?" Someone is angry. Angry enough that they can't keep their voice down. Oliver is gone, but he left his jacket draped over my shoulders. I look up, gazing at the hospital hallways. Nurses are frantically running from patient to patient, doctors sometimes trampling them to get through with an intensive care patient. It's all so terrifying but I sit there shivering not making a move. I know I can't attend to Kaylie, and she wouldn't want me panicking if I saw what kind of state she was in. But still my curiosity causes my skin to itch with the desire to know what the hell was going on.
"Hi?" I almost whisper, and 3 doctors and Oliver cast a glance at me. I stand up and walk over to them. "How is she doing? Is she okay?"
The doctor looks at Oliver, then back towards me. "Your friend..." He proceeds slowly. "There was serious head trauma, which caused brain damage. Kaylie was pronounced dead 7 minutes ago." The doctor puts his hand on my shoulder which I shrug off. Oliver tries to hug me but I push him away.
"No, no this can't be happening. Please no." I fall to my knees, not wanting anyone to hold me except the cold tile floor. She'll never get married and have kids like she always wanted, she'll never walk me down the isle, she'll never buy her own house and settle down, she'll never travel around the world, she'll never live the life she wanted and it's my fault. It's all my fault, I held her back. It's all my fault.
and then I cry. I don't stop crying, because these are the tears I've held in for so many years. The salty, broken tears that stain my cheeks. It is no wonder why I don't cry; it reveals just how broken I really am.