Silent Tears, chapter 8
"She's ok, Mr. Armstrong," The doctor told him.
"Thank god!" Muttered Tre.
"You can come and see her if you want, she's just coming around."
Billie Joe, Tre and Mike followed the doctor, to the bed where Skye was lying down, reading her book.
"Why did she black out?" Mike asked.
The doctor took two long strips of cloth off the table; Skye looked up, before returning to her book. Tre squinted at them. "Those are... Those are from my best shirt!" He almost yelled.
*Skye's P.O.V*
Oops.
*Normal P.O.V*
"They stopped the blood flowing from her foot, almost causing a blood clot, which, in turn, affected her brain and made her pass out." The doctor explained.
"Why did she put those on her ankles?" Billie Joe asked.
*Skye's P.O.V*
Oh no, NO! They are not looking at my ankles!
The doctor tries to pull up the bed sheets, so I struggle and push them down, until Mike puts his hand on my wrists and holds them still, fuck this hurts...does he know about the scars? Most likely not, but this is really hurting now. "Calm down." He tells me.
I am not about to fucking well calm down. I pretend to be tired, so I lower my head and am just about to bite his hands off his wrists when I notice Billie Joe giving me his death glare.
Generally that means; carry on and you die, mate.
I choose to interpret that as; carry on and I'll be proud of you.
I bite down, hard.
*Normal P.O.V*
Mike gave a yell and let go of Skye's wrists. But not before the doctor had had a chance to pull the bed sheets up, revealing Skye's ankles.
There was a collective gasp. The left ankle only bore a small, unremarkable scar, but the right heel bore a jagged cut that still leaked pus when the doctor put pressure on it, Skye hung her head, her white hair covering her face.
The doctor walked out, Tre and Mike went to get coffee, leaving Billie Joe and Skye alone together. Billie Joe handed Skye her notebook off the coffee table.
"Why did you do that, Skye?" Billie Joe asked.
"Do what?"
"Lame yourself."
'The bitches at school called me a freak.'
"But you're not a freak."
"I'm a fucking albino, of course I'm a freak, dumbass."
"Being albino doesn't make you a freak."
"According to the bitches at school it does."
Billie Joe sighed. This was not a good situation to be in, bullying was one of Skye's touchiest subjects, when talking about it, you never knew when she was going to bite...literally.
Skye hung her head, as if she was crying, but Billie Joe knew she was sulking.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Skye gave him death glare, but she was still sulking, so she looked like a little kid, who's just had her favorite doll broken...
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
She looks just like a little kid, bless.
The doctor walks in and tells us that Skye is free to go. I sigh in relief and try to give her a hug, but she pushes me away.
*Skye's P.O.V*
I push him away, kinda shocked that he's tried to hug me, the only person who's ever hugged me was my dad, since he died, I got slapped by my mum, then she died, and since then no one's cared enough to even look at me.
He steps back, looking like a wounded puppy, I feel really strange deep down, as if I'm about to cry, but I can't, I never cry for anyone else.
He just looks so hurt that I almost do cry, but instead I pull him into a really big hug, the kind of hug you only get from people who really care about you. He hugs me back, and it's like we can never be separated...
"Thank god!" Muttered Tre.
"You can come and see her if you want, she's just coming around."
Billie Joe, Tre and Mike followed the doctor, to the bed where Skye was lying down, reading her book.
"Why did she black out?" Mike asked.
The doctor took two long strips of cloth off the table; Skye looked up, before returning to her book. Tre squinted at them. "Those are... Those are from my best shirt!" He almost yelled.
*Skye's P.O.V*
Oops.
*Normal P.O.V*
"They stopped the blood flowing from her foot, almost causing a blood clot, which, in turn, affected her brain and made her pass out." The doctor explained.
"Why did she put those on her ankles?" Billie Joe asked.
*Skye's P.O.V*
Oh no, NO! They are not looking at my ankles!
The doctor tries to pull up the bed sheets, so I struggle and push them down, until Mike puts his hand on my wrists and holds them still, fuck this hurts...does he know about the scars? Most likely not, but this is really hurting now. "Calm down." He tells me.
I am not about to fucking well calm down. I pretend to be tired, so I lower my head and am just about to bite his hands off his wrists when I notice Billie Joe giving me his death glare.
Generally that means; carry on and you die, mate.
I choose to interpret that as; carry on and I'll be proud of you.
I bite down, hard.
*Normal P.O.V*
Mike gave a yell and let go of Skye's wrists. But not before the doctor had had a chance to pull the bed sheets up, revealing Skye's ankles.
There was a collective gasp. The left ankle only bore a small, unremarkable scar, but the right heel bore a jagged cut that still leaked pus when the doctor put pressure on it, Skye hung her head, her white hair covering her face.
The doctor walked out, Tre and Mike went to get coffee, leaving Billie Joe and Skye alone together. Billie Joe handed Skye her notebook off the coffee table.
"Why did you do that, Skye?" Billie Joe asked.
"Do what?"
"Lame yourself."
'The bitches at school called me a freak.'
"But you're not a freak."
"I'm a fucking albino, of course I'm a freak, dumbass."
"Being albino doesn't make you a freak."
"According to the bitches at school it does."
Billie Joe sighed. This was not a good situation to be in, bullying was one of Skye's touchiest subjects, when talking about it, you never knew when she was going to bite...literally.
Skye hung her head, as if she was crying, but Billie Joe knew she was sulking.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Skye gave him death glare, but she was still sulking, so she looked like a little kid, who's just had her favorite doll broken...
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
She looks just like a little kid, bless.
The doctor walks in and tells us that Skye is free to go. I sigh in relief and try to give her a hug, but she pushes me away.
*Skye's P.O.V*
I push him away, kinda shocked that he's tried to hug me, the only person who's ever hugged me was my dad, since he died, I got slapped by my mum, then she died, and since then no one's cared enough to even look at me.
He steps back, looking like a wounded puppy, I feel really strange deep down, as if I'm about to cry, but I can't, I never cry for anyone else.
He just looks so hurt that I almost do cry, but instead I pull him into a really big hug, the kind of hug you only get from people who really care about you. He hugs me back, and it's like we can never be separated...
