My Honest Observation

(Lauren's POV, 5 weeks later)
Thank god my body was too battered up to see that I had all the scars, burns and cuts... I had finally risen.. When I woke up, only Ray was there… he offered to drive me home, in a joking manner. I don't mind jokes like that. I am currently in the hospital lobby, waiting for Bob and the gang. Ray is standing beside me, I secretly still like him. Bob would never allow it considering he'd been the one that got me into a coma, but I don't care though, I want Ray. I want him so badly.. I need to know if he feels the same way. Frank arrives and Ray and I get in the van. The back seats are left open for us. Ray sits me on the inside and he wrapped his hand around mine when nobody was watching. I blush a bit and I clutch his hand. I still love him, definitely. Ray let go of my hand and he wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand in his other hand. Frank looked in the rear view mirror and saw us and shook his head, angrily. We eventually drive home.

(time lapse to Bryar home, Lauren's POV)


Frank walked into my room along with Mikey and Gerard. Bob was already here. They sit me down and throw my phone onto my bed. They threw piles of paper with conversations on them onto my bed, beside my phone. "Who's Matt?" Bob says bluntly. I shrug and look down. "You know who he is, you just aren't telling us. He seems like a boyfriend or an ex…" I bite my lip softly. "Matt. Matt Pelisser.." They exchange looks, knowing exactly who it was. "You dated him? Look at these messages he sent you! He made you do things we all know you didn't want to do! He forced you into situations you clearly didn't enjoy. Did he lead you into any habits?" I shake my head gently, lying. "Are you sure?" I nod, believably. "If we find anything, you're gonna be in so much fucking shit..." He was obviously pissed off. "Fine." I say.. "Can you all go upstairs now?" I state. They sigh and reluctantly trudge up the stairs, leaving me with the pain of baring the conversations. I picked up the conversations, throw them in the garbage can and I pull a box of matches from my bag and I strike one and I gently drop it in the trash. The trash can explodes in an abrupt flame rave. It dies down eventually and I stare at it. It finally stopped when Ray threw a cup of water on it. I had no idea he was even there. "Lauren?! What the hell?!" I turn to look at him and I shrug. He grabs the box of matches from my hand and shoves them into his pocket. He shakes his head as he walks up the stairs. I walk into the bathroom with my makeup bag. I shut the door and I sit in the empty bathtub with my bag. I open it and the zipper hushes with a smooth zzziiippp. I pull out three exacto knife blades. I pull my sweater and jeans off. I set them down beside me and I pick up the sharpest one. I slowly drag it across my arm, in the crook between my elbow and my upper arm. I make cuts a few inches deep or so and I drag the blade across my arm quickly. Blood starts to flow. I bite my lip and analgesic feeling. Thank you, endorphins. I think of all the yelling and I carve 'stupid, ugly, fat' into my legs a few times each. I wipe the blood on the wrist cuffs of my white sweater. I put the blades under all the makeup and I close the makeup bag. I hear someone from the other side of the portal, "Lauren? Are you in here?" I gulp and I get out of the bathtub and I get dressed. "Uh.. Yeah, I'm here..." I reply. "May I come in?" I hear Mikey's voice. "Uh. Sure." I say. The door opens and Mikey walks in. He shuts the door behind him and he walks up to me. "Hey… uh…" he came closer and he kissed my gently. I blush darkly as he pulls me closer to him. He pulled his head back. "I've been wanting to do that for a while... Sorry.." He apologizes and I'm speechless. Mikey backed away quickly and I realized a bit of blood has seeped through the sweater and onto Mikey's arm. I keep quiet and I look to the ground. Mikey notices that I have blood on my sweater. "Should we get you a new sweater, Lauren? There's uh blood on it…" I look at him. "O-oh..." I say and he pulls me into my bedroom. He grabs a hoodie from my closet and he turns to me. "Are you wearing a shirt underneath?" I nod and he tugs on my sweater. I am quite anxious to stop him and he pulls it off and he gasps and drops it at the sight of my arms. I quickly grab my black Misfits hoodie he held upon him and I pulled it on. "Lauren… did you…" I shut him up with my hand and I motion for him to stay quiet as I heard Bob coming. "Don't say a word about this..." I tell him and he nods. Bob came down the stairs and saw Mikey and I standing there awkwardly. "What's up, guys?" He asks. I turn and glare at Mikey sharply, seeing if he dared to say a word, he didn't, thankfully. "I uh… I have to go, Bob…" Mikey told him and he ran up the stairs with Bob trailing him. Ray snuck down to my room as Bob said bye to Gerard and Mikey. "I convinced Bob to let me stay the night." Ray told me. "Oh okay. Awesome!" I smile as Bob pulled me into a hug.

(Time lapse to the night, Bob POV)

I wonder what Mikey and Lauren were doing down there… I'll ask her later. I hear the phone ring and then it stops, Lauren must have got it. I hear a scream from down the stairs and Ray and I sprint down the stairs to see Lauren shaking and staring at the ground with the phone in her hands. "What's wrong?!" Ray says, damn he beat me to it... I think he likes Lauren, to be honest. Lauren speaks up. "They found his body…" she says with an expressionless face. "Who's missing?" I say

Notes

Sorry, I wrote this chapter when I was walking around my house looking for pizza… w h o o p s