The Little Girl
What? What Happened To Her!?
I woke up to the sound of dead silence in the house and that's how I liked it most of the time. I got out of bed and decided to take a shower and try to get this feeling off of me. I never had a feeling like this before and it's really killing me. I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom locking the doors behind me. I made sure the water was hot before I stepped into the shower. I looked down at the cuts that were healed and I couldn't help but think about my dead parents. Who the hell was I kidding? I mean it was my fault my father drank and my mother did drugs. It was my fault that my father pulled the trigger and killing my mom. It was my fault that my dad put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. It was my fault that every foster home I went to the families didn't like me because of what a troubled kid I am. It's my fault that Brian and Michelle had that fight the first day I got here. Why am I even here? What do I have to offer to people in the near future? No one gives a fuck about my stupid ass.
I looked at my jeans and seen the tip of the razor I always carried poking out of my pocket and begging my name. I picked up the razor and held the cold blade in my hand staring at it. I turned off the shower but kept the water running. I laid back in the tub as the water consumed me. I watched as the water flowed over the side and hitting the floor like a waterfall. I brought my legs out of the water and lashed deeply into my flesh with each stroke of my hand. The blood trickled down my leg and into the water turning it a pale red. I laid my legs back down in the water and looked at my scarred arms. I slashed my arms deeply just like my legs and watched the blood pour down my wrists and arms. I propped my head against the tub as my vision began to blur. My hearing faded and I was drifting into unconscousness. I was dying slowly. I am finally getting out of this life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~JIMMY'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We were having a shitty ass day here at the recording studio. Matt said he couldn't get the lyrics right and his voice wasn't coorperating with him. Brian kept messing up his guitar solos and making these crazy ass random noises.
"Guy let's quit early today. We aren't making much progress. Matt please work on getting the lyrics right and Brian practice." Jason Berry said.
"Good idea. Besides I'm starved."
"Zacky you're always hungry." I said teasingly.
"Can't help it. I'm a growing boy." He smiled wildly and we all busted out laughing. We all packed our stuff up and decided to all go out to eat.
"Jimbo. Can you run by my house and get Rage?"
"Sure thing Brian." I said walking out of the recording studio. I started my car and headed over to Brian's. I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine before walking up the front door. I walked in and set my keys down on the end table in the living room.
"Rage?" I yelled but got no response. I walked upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door.
"Rage? Brian asked me to come by and get you. We're eating out tonight." I said but still she didn't reply. I opened up her door and heard water running in the bathroom so I guessed she was in the shower. I knocked on the door.
"Rage?" I said but again no answer from her. I turned the knob but it was locked. I looked down at the floor and seen water standing around my feet. I took the nail from the top of the door and unlocked it. Water was all in the floor and I looked over at the tub and seen it was bright red and Rage was laying there unconscous.
I pulled her out of the water and quickly seen what had happened. I applied pressure to her wounds and dialed 911. I told the woman what I found and she sent paramedics. They were over in seconds. They put her on the stretcher and wheeled her out of the house. I picked up my keys and followed right behind the ambulance. I needed to call Brian.
"Jimbo. What's taking you so long to get here?"
"There's a problem. You need to meet me at Huntington Beach Memorial Hospital. Rage is hurt." I said in a panic.
"What? What happened to her?!"
"She cut her wrists. Please hurry up and get here." I said holding back my tears.
"We'll be right there." I hung up the phone and pulled into the hospital parking lot and went into the hospital right behind her. The doctors and nurses working on her as they wheeled her into the exam room. I started to go in with her but a nurse stopped me.
"Sir you need to wait out here." I stopped and looked at her before walking away. I sat down in the waiting room. I hoped Brian got here soon. I called Leana and told her what happened and they said they would be right over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BRIAN'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We pulled into the hospital parking lot and got out. I hurried inside and seen Jimmy sitting there and I ran up to him.
"Jimmy how is she?" I asked worried.
"The doctors haven't came by yet. The girls should be here in a few." They sat down and like Jimmy said the girls came. They stayed late and finally went home to get some rest. We all sat there wide awake not wanting to fall asleep.
"Family of Rage Haner?" a man said and we all stood up.
"I'm Brian Haner. Her father."
"Mr. Haner, I'm Dr. Worley. We got the bleeding stopped but she is in a coma. We put in a breathing tube. We're giving her IV fluids. If your friend here hadn't found her, she would have died." he said.
"Can we see her?"
"Of course. Please follow me." he said and we all went with to her room. We entered and I seen her laying there unconscous and tubes running in and out of her arms. It broke my heart to see her in such a state. I sat down on the bed and held her hand tightly in mine.
The tears welled into my eyes and flowed over like a slowly moving waterfall. The guys sat around looking at me and her. I knew I would hardly get any sleep tonght. I looked over and seen the guys sleeping and I knew I couldn't. I didn't want to miss her waking up. I looked at her arms and legs to see the large wrap that covered her cuts. I never knew she would do something like this. Who would make her do something like this? Was it a guy? Was it one of us? I got up from her bed and sat down in the reclining chair and my eyes were getting heavy. I let my eyes close and be overcome by sleep.
I looked at my jeans and seen the tip of the razor I always carried poking out of my pocket and begging my name. I picked up the razor and held the cold blade in my hand staring at it. I turned off the shower but kept the water running. I laid back in the tub as the water consumed me. I watched as the water flowed over the side and hitting the floor like a waterfall. I brought my legs out of the water and lashed deeply into my flesh with each stroke of my hand. The blood trickled down my leg and into the water turning it a pale red. I laid my legs back down in the water and looked at my scarred arms. I slashed my arms deeply just like my legs and watched the blood pour down my wrists and arms. I propped my head against the tub as my vision began to blur. My hearing faded and I was drifting into unconscousness. I was dying slowly. I am finally getting out of this life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~JIMMY'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We were having a shitty ass day here at the recording studio. Matt said he couldn't get the lyrics right and his voice wasn't coorperating with him. Brian kept messing up his guitar solos and making these crazy ass random noises.
"Guy let's quit early today. We aren't making much progress. Matt please work on getting the lyrics right and Brian practice." Jason Berry said.
"Good idea. Besides I'm starved."
"Zacky you're always hungry." I said teasingly.
"Can't help it. I'm a growing boy." He smiled wildly and we all busted out laughing. We all packed our stuff up and decided to all go out to eat.
"Jimbo. Can you run by my house and get Rage?"
"Sure thing Brian." I said walking out of the recording studio. I started my car and headed over to Brian's. I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine before walking up the front door. I walked in and set my keys down on the end table in the living room.
"Rage?" I yelled but got no response. I walked upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door.
"Rage? Brian asked me to come by and get you. We're eating out tonight." I said but still she didn't reply. I opened up her door and heard water running in the bathroom so I guessed she was in the shower. I knocked on the door.
"Rage?" I said but again no answer from her. I turned the knob but it was locked. I looked down at the floor and seen water standing around my feet. I took the nail from the top of the door and unlocked it. Water was all in the floor and I looked over at the tub and seen it was bright red and Rage was laying there unconscous.
I pulled her out of the water and quickly seen what had happened. I applied pressure to her wounds and dialed 911. I told the woman what I found and she sent paramedics. They were over in seconds. They put her on the stretcher and wheeled her out of the house. I picked up my keys and followed right behind the ambulance. I needed to call Brian.
"Jimbo. What's taking you so long to get here?"
"There's a problem. You need to meet me at Huntington Beach Memorial Hospital. Rage is hurt." I said in a panic.
"What? What happened to her?!"
"She cut her wrists. Please hurry up and get here." I said holding back my tears.
"We'll be right there." I hung up the phone and pulled into the hospital parking lot and went into the hospital right behind her. The doctors and nurses working on her as they wheeled her into the exam room. I started to go in with her but a nurse stopped me.
"Sir you need to wait out here." I stopped and looked at her before walking away. I sat down in the waiting room. I hoped Brian got here soon. I called Leana and told her what happened and they said they would be right over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BRIAN'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We pulled into the hospital parking lot and got out. I hurried inside and seen Jimmy sitting there and I ran up to him.
"Jimmy how is she?" I asked worried.
"The doctors haven't came by yet. The girls should be here in a few." They sat down and like Jimmy said the girls came. They stayed late and finally went home to get some rest. We all sat there wide awake not wanting to fall asleep.
"Family of Rage Haner?" a man said and we all stood up.
"I'm Brian Haner. Her father."
"Mr. Haner, I'm Dr. Worley. We got the bleeding stopped but she is in a coma. We put in a breathing tube. We're giving her IV fluids. If your friend here hadn't found her, she would have died." he said.
"Can we see her?"
"Of course. Please follow me." he said and we all went with to her room. We entered and I seen her laying there unconscous and tubes running in and out of her arms. It broke my heart to see her in such a state. I sat down on the bed and held her hand tightly in mine.
The tears welled into my eyes and flowed over like a slowly moving waterfall. The guys sat around looking at me and her. I knew I would hardly get any sleep tonght. I looked over and seen the guys sleeping and I knew I couldn't. I didn't want to miss her waking up. I looked at her arms and legs to see the large wrap that covered her cuts. I never knew she would do something like this. Who would make her do something like this? Was it a guy? Was it one of us? I got up from her bed and sat down in the reclining chair and my eyes were getting heavy. I let my eyes close and be overcome by sleep.
11/15/13