Unwritten

I woke up in the hospital bed. Apparently i was "found behind the hospital covered in blood from an attack". Am i free yet? I don't even know where i am. The nurses keep asking me over and over what happened but i don't even remember much. A couple weeks of drugging makes you forget. Now they think i'm a drug addict and that's why i was attacked so now i have to go to rehab. They don't even know anything and i can't say anything because i don't even know anything. It's been the first time i looked in a mirror in forever and i don't even notice myself. I was skinnier, eye bags, and i had bruises and cuts. I did look like a tweaker.
"Hello sweetie, you've been asleep for a long time." A nurse smiled as she came into the room, i nodded at her comment.
"You were very lucky somebody found you or else you could have been left for dead, although we did not get the strangers name. What is your name by the way?"
"Liv...Olivia Sanders." She paused for a second and gave me a second look.
"Olivia Sanders? What was the last thing you remember clearly?"
"Um, when i was watching my boyfriend play in my brothers band. I don't really remember where i i was though."
"That's alright, may i ask you a few more questions?"
"Why not?"
"What area do you live in?"
"Huntington."
"Alright good, how old are you?"
"Seventeen. What is all this for anyways?"
"Just assurance. I'm going to ask you one more question, is that alright?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"What is your brother's band called?"
"Avenged Sevenfold."
"Thank you, i'll be right back, just relax in the meanwhile."
I closed my eyes.....when i opened them there was light gleaming out of the window. Guess i slept all through the night and it's morning now. I'm still in the hospital bed so that must be a good sign right? It hasn't even been 10 minutes and there's yelling in the lobby. That is the last thing i want to hear. I try to close my eyes and go to sleep but then my door bursts open.
"I have a right to fucking see her!" I look over to the guy yelling in my room. I was finally found.
"Matt?" I struggle to say. I just woke up, been drugged for weeks, and was on the brink of death. Not really up for a normal conversation.
"Liv!" His face is read, his eye's have bags, and he just looks terrible. He comes closer to me and eyes me down making sure that this is real. "What have they done to you?" I can hear barely under his breathe. It kind of made me feel a little self-conscious. Little droplets of water stream down his face, i could tell that it's been killing him as much as it's been killing me, well it almost killed me.
"What took you so long asshole?"
"I-i."
"I was just kidding." He swoops in for a hug but stops halfway and goes in gently.
"What happened that night?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"....it's alright you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm going to get you out of here as soon as possible."
"Where are the boys? How have they been?"
"You want to see Jimmy don't you? I'll get them on my way to sign you out okay. I love you and i'll be right back. Scream if anyone comes in."
"I can't scream Matt. Why don't i just push this cute little security button?"
"Oh, well whatever works best i'll be right back and just remember that i love you so much."
"I love you too, now go and get me out of here."
I hated what this did to him, he looks like shit so their shows were probably shit too. But he finally found me. The moment i "killed" myself, i saw him, his face, and hoe devastated he look from my death. Then flashes of the other boys went through my mind but the one that stuck was Jimmy he didn't look sad, just disappointed. I'm glad i did what i did, it was my only way out of there and the boys finally found me.
There was another man at my door, he was tall, wearing a black t and some ripped jeans with a smile on his face.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"I really fucking hope this isn't a dream because you wouldn't believe how many times i've had dreams about this moment and woke up crying."
"Why don't you come and check for yourself?" He walked over and sat down next to me. I put my hand out and he took it and kissed it.
"It really is you. I fucking love you. I love you. I never want to loose you again."
"Don't worry i'm not planning on getting lost again." He kissed my cheek, it's been forever and we still act like there's been no time stolen.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"I know this may not be the right thing to say right now, but i wanted to give you a promise ring on Christmas. Like a wedding ring for couples. I wanted to give you my heart so i got you a ring with my heart-beat on it but when i lost you i wished i gave it too you sooner. I wish i gave you everything in life. So here's the ring, i've been carrying it around ever since." He pulled a chain off his neck and took the ring off and slid it onto my ring finger.
"Jimmy, i love it. But, would you ever want to marry me?"
"Yes, i would." He smiled and held my hand tighter.
"Then let's do it."
"What!" His eyes widened.
"Take this off and propose to me." I took the ring off and put it in his hand.
"I can't we haven't even been together for a year. Matt would kill me."
"Jimmy, i want this. I want to marry you and you want to marry me. I realized that life is short and everything could be taken away from you. My life was taken away from me and then somehow i got it back. I just want to be with you and try to go back to normal as soon as possible. I just want to forget that ever happened. So marry me. Please?" At first he didn't say anything but then he got down on one knee.
"I love you Olivia Sanders. I love you so much and i want to spend forever with you. No matter what i will always love you. Even if we are far apart or fighting i'll always love you in the end. So please make my dream come true and have a forever with me."
"Are you proposing?" I smiled at him and he looked confused.
"Didn't you want me too?"
"What i had no idea you were proposing."
"Ooh, well yeah. I love you, so please marry me?"
"Of course!" He slid the finger back on again and kissed me.
"So how about we wait till we're married for sex?"
"What?!"
"Ha ha i'm just kidding as soon as we get out of here i'm fucking you."
"'Sounds like a plan." I'll get through this.

Notes

I named this chapter after the song Roxanne by The Police.