Caught.

Chapter 12

Aaron's POV
"Aaron?" I heard someone call out for me. I sighed, letting the tears flow down my cheeks.
I picked up the knife that lay on the bathroom floor; I had taken it out of the drawers, where it was kept before, securley gaurded.
"Here goes nothing," I whispered, slowly piercing the sharp blade into my skin; letting the oozing blood drip onto the floor.
A light yell escaped my mouth, and then I shaked my arm a little, trying to stop the painful sting from increasing.
"Aaron?" Someone yelled again. I shut my eyes, once more, giving my arm another slit, this time right on the vein.
I knew what I was doing was really risky; but if this little drama act can keep me here for longer, then I'll go with it.
But before I knew it, my idea flopped, and turn back on me.
And then the next thing I knew was my view getting blurry; sharp dots dancing infront of my engulfed view.
I swallowed my pain, and fell to the floor, with my wrist giving out the blood that flowed out like a river.

Taylor's POV
I let a few tears crawl down my cheek from where they ran down my neck.
My lips pursed in automatically, as I stared at Aaron, who lay on the bed, silently and peacefully.
His eyes closed, and that bright, radiant glow around his face, followed by a pale, blood-drained skin.
I tilted my head back on the head rest.
God knows how long I've been here for. Minutes? Hours? Its been about days now. 2 days to be exact.
Yep. 2 days, in this hospital. Aaron's eyes still haven't opened, and we're all scared they may never will.
A small sigh escaped my mouth, and then I shut my eyes, only to be distraced with a small humming tune. A light sound, sang in a voilin vibration, filling my ears in a soothing and calming way.
I opened my eyes, and looked upon the bed; where Aaron sat on the bed; his eyes open and staring at me; and a soft smile playing on his face.
My mouth hung open. "A-Aaron?" The words barely escaped; and came out as a light whisper.
He smiled once more, and patted his hand on the space on the bed, next to him.
I raised my eyebrow. "What?" I whispered, shaking my head, while walking towards him and then settling into the space next to him, confused but at the same time, curious.
He laughed. "Are they gone?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Who?" What was he saying?
"My parents," He rolled his eyes, and then showing off his pearly whites once more.
"No, they're right outside," I whispered, confused, looking at the door and then back at him.
His eyes widened. "Oh god!" And then he reached out for the blankets, putting it over his head.
"Aaron?" I whispered, shuffling around the covers, looking for him. What was he doing? Crazy, insane, mad child.
His head poked out and then he smiled, leaning in to peck me on my cold cheek, with his warm lips.