A Numb Nutshell

Chapter 11 ~ It was an accident

"Guilty!" The judge says, as he hammers his gavel to the desk.

"What?!" Screams Debra, as the officer put on some handcuffs and guide her out of the room. Yells such as "how is that fair" and "she's not the one you want" come from the side bench from my sister and her friends.

Meanwhile, as they're shouting their negativity at the Judge, my friends and I join together in a large "Hurray", cheering with glee, probably all happy that I'm not going to the box anymore.

"I'm so glad you're staying doll!" Matthieu says, planting a kiss on my forehead, pulling me close. Here come those butterflies again.

Excited that I'm not stuck here, thankful I have him, and the others of course, by my side, I was about to respond when my snob of a sister walks over to me, almost like a panther creeping up on its prey. "Let's be honest here, Erin. You did this on purpose. You never liked any of my friends, you've always wanted them to disappear, but this is a new low to stoop to!" For a moment, I thought she was about to pounce.

"Jane, really? You think I would do this kind of stuff purposely? You know I hate it in here, you know I'd do anything just to not pass this place, let alone sit in a closed room with a one sided mirrored-window for hell knows how long!" I wanted to punch her, to push her over, to call to one of the officers and tell them to take her too. I just wanted to scream, kick, punch, cry.

"You retaliated!" Jane screamed in my face, I could feel her nose on the tip of my own. Sometimes being the same height as your childhood best friend, now worst enemy, isn't the greatest thing after all. The gang all turned around on a dime when they heard my sister scream. They all moved faster then I've ever seen them to try to separate the two of us, but I seen out of the corner of my eye, Mattieu moving his hands up, telling them not to.

A part of me wanted her to start a fight, give me a real reason to be here today; a part of me was scared for my life. There was nothing left to say, or at least I couldn't think of anything else to. I stood there, nose to nose, with my younger sister, making straight eye contact with her. We stood there for nearly a minute before the really bad stuff happened. I watch her eyes burn like a fire ignited with gasoline, as her face crunched up from pressure, and then that's when it got bad.

"GRAAUUGHH!!!!" Jane grunts, pushing me back as hard as she can, sending me flying, crashing into the nearest chairs. I raise my hand to my head, holding where it burned most. I tried to move, turn over, stand up, something; but as I went to move, I noticed something red on the floor, then all over my hand. I lifted my other hand, and touched the back of my head for the second time, and looked. More blood. Before I knew it, I was back on the ground, Jane on top of me, her fists crashing into my face.

"How fucking dare you treat me like shit?! How dare you try to take my friends away from me using the piggies?! How dare you rip my charger from the wall, breaking it and my phone?! How the fuck dare you?!" She screams as her fists keep hitting. She suddenly moved, grabbing at my leg. A sharp pain burst through my leg. I let out a shriek of pain, feeling my leg throb around where it hurt.

Jane moved fast once I screamed, jumping on top of my chest. She continued to wail on my face, hit after hit, punch after punch. I feel the blood pouring from multiple wounds across my face; she kept going.

"What are you doing?!" Someone yelled. I try to move my head to see who it was, but it hurt too much. Nearly seconds later someone -I'm assuming the person who yelled- ripped her off of me, across the floor, against the wall. I look up slightly to realize who it was.

"Beth, stop it!" I tried to yell, not noticing the blood dribbling from the corner of my mouth.

"No!" She yelled back, glaring at Jane, who is pinned against the wall. "Look at you, do you really think I'm gonna let this.. this.. this thing get away with this?!" She didn't even bother turning around.

Before I could say anything else, two people run into the room. Officer Wellings casually walked to Beth, putting his hand on her shoulder, letting her know it's time to ease off. As she let go of Jane, dropping her to the floor, Matt was at my side.

"Shit shit shit shit shit" he muffled, looking at me all over. "Beth!" He screamed, fear laced into his voice.

"What?" She snapped, turning abruptly. "Oh my god." She gasped under her breath, barely audible.

Officer Wellings spoke up as his handcuffs clicked around my sisters' wrists. "I'll radio the ambulance as soon as I step foot out those doors." He nudged his head behind him, guiding Jane toward it. "See if she can stand up for a few, get her sitting up for when they get here." He said as he walked through the doors.

"Come on babygirl, you can do it doll, let's see that strength." Beth said, trying to help Matt to get me to stand. I scream in pain, but only for a second. Matt was shaking, holding my arm.

I use every ounce of strength that's left in my body to get up, to stand on my good, now currently only, leg. I get stabilized, balancing between my own leg, Beth, and Matthieu. A few tears flood down my face.

"Go see if the ambulance is out front, I hear the sirens." Matt says softly, moving his arms around me to hold me up on his own.

"Are you sure?" She said, clearly cautious.

"Beth, go, I'll be fine for a few minutes." He said sternly, annoyed. And with that, she slowly let go of my arm and side, and jogged out the door. I look up at Matt for a second, long enough to notice him crying, and quickly looked away. Why was he crying? I'm okay.. I think.

"You'll be okay, alright? I'll make sure you'll be alright. I promise, I'm so sorry I left the room, I knew I should've stayed, I knew it but I didn't, I'm so sorry doll, I'm so sorry." He says between soft sobs.

"Matt, stop, I'm fine. I-" I took a deep breath. "I just feel a little dizzy." My head was spinning; my body getting too heavy to support on my own, even with his support.

"Keep your eyes open for me hunn, don't close your eyes on me." He said, clearly worried; but I couldn't keep them open, I just couldn't.

And with that, I fell. I crashed into Matthieu and nearly slipped from his grip. He picked me up and leaned against the closest wall for support. He started screaming, everything got all foggy. I heard things like "hurry up" "help" "she just fell" and "tell me she'll be okay". 

And with that, I was out.