The World is Ugly

"Her blood pressure is normal, doctor. Everything checks out."
"Shame such a young girl has resorted to hurting herself. And for what? Boys? Because she thought she wasn't pretty enough? Abuse?"
"She showed many signs of abuse, but nothing major. Several cuts and bruises and torso. Boy who brought her in, his name's Frankie, says he knows nothing about it"
"Has she woken up yet, said anything about it?"
"No, sir. She's been out for a few days. It's normal for someone of her age and weight to be out cold for such a long time after so much blood loss."
"Thank you, nurse."

I heard someone leave the room and the shuffling of papers. My eyes fluttered open. It took a few seconds before my eyes adjusted, but once they did I could see I was in a small white hospital room. The doctor, a middle-aged man with bifocals, saw my eyes were open and smiled. "I'm Doctor Lowe."
"Rose Harley," I croaked.
He chuckled, "I know."
"What happened?"
"Oh, honey, you don't know?" He motioned to my arms. I looked down and saw my left arm was covered in scars, a deep one going right down the middle, across a vein.
"I heard the nurse. How long have I been out?"
"56 hours. You lost a lot of blood." Two days? "I have a question for you dear, were you physically abused? You have several bruises on your stomach and legs."
"I don't want to talk about it. It's not the reason I cut, the reason I'm in here... well okay, it partially is, but it's not family. Jocks at school." Wait, didn't the nurse say something about Frankie? "The nurse mentioned a boy, Frankie, can I see him?"
"No one but family as of now."
"I have no family to see me." He looked at me sympathetically, said something to a nurse outside, and turned back to me.
"It's open to friends now." And then he left.

A few minutes later, Mikey, Ray, and Frankie walked in. Their faces lit up the second they saw me. Mikey hugged me tightly. "We've missed you so much," he said, his voice cracking. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I... was afraid of your reactions."
"Did you think we'd love you any less?"
I felt terrible. I should've told them. My thoughts then were directed to Gerard. I was fucking pissed at him. Not so much trying to have sex with me, mostly about him getting drunk. "Where's Ge-"
"Gerard?" Ray interrupted, "At home. Sorry to hear about him."
"I'm not as mad at him about him trying to have sex with me as I am about him fucking getting drunk. He knows it's triggering for me." I didn't realize I was crying until Frankie reached over and wiped my cheek with his jacket arm.
"How was school?" I asked.
"Pretty lonely without you," they all said in unison, as if they planned on me asking. I gave a little smile. Just then, someone appeared in the doorway. Gerard.

Notes

this was going to be longer but i'm super tired so