I walked to the front desk, thinking they might know. They didn't.
Then I thought the bathroom would be a great hiding place. I didn't go in, just yelled out her name. Nothing. But if she was hiding, obviously she wasn't going to reply. I gingerly walked in, getting the same feeling any guy would get whilst entering a women's washroom.
I heard small sobs coming from a stall. "Brook?"
I switched to panic mode, "Brook what's going on?"
"Nothing! Leave me alone!"
I found the locked stall, and a heard a piece of metal clink against the tile floor, "Brooklyn let me in," I coo-ed, while jimmying the lock. Since this was basically a mental institution, the locks would not be impenetrable. "I want to help,"
"No one can help me," she almost whispered, with that tight tone people have while they're crying. Almost like they are forcing words from their throat.
I got the lock open and slowly pushed on the door. Brooklyn was sitting on the toilet, her knees pulled up to her chest. Tears were streaming down her face, and blood covered her arm. She looked up at me, her green eyes the most beautiful shade I had ever seen.
I determined that the metal noise I heard was in fact a razorblade falling on the floor. I didn't have a clue as to what I should do. Do I stay? Do I get help? Do I faint?
I pulled her into my arms and just hugged her. We sank to the floor together and she sobbed into my chest.
The sound of frantic steps was moving toward us. Two orderlies and a female nurse appeared in the doorway. The orderlies quickly grabbed Brooklyn and took her out of the stall. She screamed and fought them, but they overpowered and took her away.
"Michael!" The nurse screamed, "You are not qualified to deal with a situation like this! You should have alerted the staff immediately!
I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off.
"Brooklyn is a very sick girl and you are not helping in the least!"
I knew that wasn't true, but I stood there and apologized. "I'm sorry, I was panicking, I didn't know what to do."
She took a deep breath, "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled."
"But I have to know something, and it's very important that you tell me the truth,"
"What is it?"
"Are you and Brooklyn involved romantically?"
My mouth fell open, "No!"
She breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, that's all I needed to know. Now, let's keep it that way. And please go clean yourself up."
I looked down at myself to see that both my jeans and shirt looked as though they were bleeding.
"Wait," I said, following the nurse, "What will happen to her?"
"We've been contemplating moving her to another ward for quite some time. This, I'm sure, will be the last straw."
I wanted to protest and yell at her. I knew Brook better than any fucking doctor in this God forsaken place, and I knew her and I needed to stick together. I bit my tongue though, nodded and walked to my room to get changed.
The next morning, after asking around I found out that Brooklyn wasn't moved to another ward....yet. I found her room and knocked on the doorframe. She was packing her things.
She looked up and rushed toward me, "Get out of here Mikey, you're going to get in trouble,"
I smiled, "I'll be fine. So you're relocating?"
She sighed, "Yes, sadly." she shoved her hand into her jeans pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, "I wrote you a letter. I know its stupid, but that doctor thought it would be a good idea...I dunno."
"Thank you," I said, putting it in my back pocket. I pulled her small frame into my arms. "I love you Brooklyn," I whispered in her ear.
We pulled apart and she looked up at me with watery eyes, "You should go," she said, half-smiling.
I nodded. "Okay,"
No more than two feet away from the door, I was stopped by Spencer. My mind had been so occupied with worry for Brook that I forgot all about how much I enjoyed Spencer's company.
She smiled at me, "There's a Frank Iero here to see you, that all right?"
I nodded, praying he had brought me coffee. I thought about the piece of paper in my pocket, and asked Spencer to tell him I'd be a few minutes.
I went to my room, unfolded the letter and sat down.
I can't even begin to describe how sorry I am about yesterday. That was one of my
most horrible episodes. I never ever wanted you to see me like that. There's a pile of stuff that you don't know about me...yet. Can you believe I've been lower than what you saw? Shocking, I know.
After this whole mess is over, and you and I are both out of this hell pit, I'd really like to tell you about that pile of stuff. I'd like to learn all about your pile too. :)
I guess, since I'm on a roll here, and I'm being forced to write this anyway. There's something I need to tell you. I think... I think this is something I'd never be able to say in person. Here goes. In this short time that I've known you...I think I might...have feelings for you? I don't really know how to deal with my emotions (if you couldn't already tell) so this is really hard for me. But I don't expect any response to this, or for it to be mutual. I just...had to say something.
I wish you the best luck in your recovery. I know you'll do really well. You're a very strong person.
"Holy shit," I said out loud. Then I realized, that only minutes before, I had told this girl I loved her. I hadn't meant it like that. I meant as a friend. You know, I said it to the guys and other friends of mine all the time.
Stunned, I walked to the front desk, where Frank was waiting for me. Sure enough, he had brought me a coffee.
"Hey bud, how's it going?" He asked. We walked toward the exit, so I could have a well-needed cigarette.
He had no fucking idea.
A/N: Hurrrooo... more reviews plzthnx. Though we ARE getting better. :) This was really weird to write...I've been there. So yeah, this is really personal, you know? All right, review away