Paint You Wings
Chapter Sixteen
I woke up, snuggled into Alex's chest. His deep breath's matching mine, I couldn't lie this wasn't a bad way to wake up. I'd do it every single day for the rest of my life if I could. I pulled myself gently away from him, trying not to wake him up before going downstairs. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and it looked like I had interrupted a serious conversation between my parents because as soon as I walked in they both stopped talking to look up at me. The feeling of guilt washed through me as I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water knowing that they had properly just been talking about me.
"Georgia, sit down please. We need too talk." My mum spoke softly.
I didn't say a word as I carried my glass over to the table setting it down on the top and taking a seat. I fiddled with my hands in my lap whilst I waited for one of them to start talking.
"We're so worried about you Georgia, we thought that things had gotten better so we weren't checking up on you as much when we should have we didn't think you'd relapse again... I'm so sorry. I was also cleaning out your room again yesterday night and I found something, I found these letters that broke my heart. I don't know how I'd be able to survive knowing that my daughter was dead and it was her decision, I don't know how I'd cope." My mum said breaking down in tears.
They found my letters, no one was meant to read them not yet, it wasn't time. Tears started to fall heavily down my face at the thought of my parents reading them, I looked up at my mum who was literally sobbing which broke my heart how did I ever think that going through with what I was planning wouldn't affect them so bad. I was wrong.
"I'm so sorry mum, I'm so sorry." I chocked out.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, we should have seen the warning signs. But now we know, now we're going to do something about it." My mum said pausing.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We called up a rehab centre in LA they're going to take you in straight away since it is an emergency, plus it's private so you'll get the right treatment you need." My dad said speaking for the first time.
"No! I don't need to go to some fancy rehab in LA, I'll get over this by myself. We don't have the sort of money for that." I argued.
"Actually we do, it's only for two months at most and since you never went to university we still have the large university fund that we saved up for you." My dad explained.
Two months? Two months of being away from my family? Away from Alex? How's that meant to help me recover that sounds more like torture to me. But I knew that no matter how much I complained, my family would never forgive me if I gave up the chance to get better and I knew deep down I needed too get better, I didn't want to be in a constant battle with myself and my body I wanted to be like one of them girls who was proud of their body and not ashamed to show it. I just wanted to feel like me again.
"When do I leave?" I asked.
"We booked the plane for tonight, we haven't spoke to Alex yet but since you and him are...close I'm sure he wouldn't mind to accompany you on the plane journey as we got a ticket for him too." My mum said.
"He is my boyfriend mum, so we're a little more than close but hopefully he won't mind, I kinda need him there as moral support. I'll go wake him up and ask him whilst I pack my bags then..."
"Okay sweetie, you know that we love you right? We're just trying to look out for you."
"I know mum, I love you both too."
I stood up out of my seat, doing a small jog up the stairs into my bedroom to see Alex still fast asleep on my bed. I decided to let him have a few minutes longer and pack instead. I pulled my suitcase out from underneath my bed and started to fill it with clothes and once that was done I got my other suitcase and filled that too. I grabbed a large handbag, putting my iPad, phone, book, purse, chargers and makeup bag inside before zipping it up. Half an hour later and I had completely finished packing, that was easier than I had thought it was going to be.
"Babe what are you doing?" Alex asked sleepily.
"I have to pack, I'm going away for two months." I replied sitting on the edge of my bed and brushing Alex's hair out of his face.
"What are you talking about?" Alex said sitting up straight.
"My mum and dad have booked me a place at this rehab centre in LA so I can get better, I need too get better Lex I'm hurting everyone around me, especially the people that are most important to me."
"But I've only just got you back now you're going away again... This fucking sucks." Alex said his voice getting slightly louder.
"My mum and dad got you a ticket to come on the flight with me if you want to come? I know this sucks y'know and I know this is all my fault, but I'm tired of hurting everyone and the only way I can stop is by getting better I'm sorry."
"No, you don't need to be sorry. I want you to get better, hell we all fucking do. Of course I'll come with you on the flight, I'd do anything to spend just a few more moments with you."
"You're the best Alex."
"I know." Alex said jokingly.
I pressed my lips to Alex's, feeling him smile into the kiss. Oh boy I was going too miss him a hell of a lot.
"Georgia, sit down please. We need too talk." My mum spoke softly.
I didn't say a word as I carried my glass over to the table setting it down on the top and taking a seat. I fiddled with my hands in my lap whilst I waited for one of them to start talking.
"We're so worried about you Georgia, we thought that things had gotten better so we weren't checking up on you as much when we should have we didn't think you'd relapse again... I'm so sorry. I was also cleaning out your room again yesterday night and I found something, I found these letters that broke my heart. I don't know how I'd be able to survive knowing that my daughter was dead and it was her decision, I don't know how I'd cope." My mum said breaking down in tears.
They found my letters, no one was meant to read them not yet, it wasn't time. Tears started to fall heavily down my face at the thought of my parents reading them, I looked up at my mum who was literally sobbing which broke my heart how did I ever think that going through with what I was planning wouldn't affect them so bad. I was wrong.
"I'm so sorry mum, I'm so sorry." I chocked out.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, we should have seen the warning signs. But now we know, now we're going to do something about it." My mum said pausing.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We called up a rehab centre in LA they're going to take you in straight away since it is an emergency, plus it's private so you'll get the right treatment you need." My dad said speaking for the first time.
"No! I don't need to go to some fancy rehab in LA, I'll get over this by myself. We don't have the sort of money for that." I argued.
"Actually we do, it's only for two months at most and since you never went to university we still have the large university fund that we saved up for you." My dad explained.
Two months? Two months of being away from my family? Away from Alex? How's that meant to help me recover that sounds more like torture to me. But I knew that no matter how much I complained, my family would never forgive me if I gave up the chance to get better and I knew deep down I needed too get better, I didn't want to be in a constant battle with myself and my body I wanted to be like one of them girls who was proud of their body and not ashamed to show it. I just wanted to feel like me again.
"When do I leave?" I asked.
"We booked the plane for tonight, we haven't spoke to Alex yet but since you and him are...close I'm sure he wouldn't mind to accompany you on the plane journey as we got a ticket for him too." My mum said.
"He is my boyfriend mum, so we're a little more than close but hopefully he won't mind, I kinda need him there as moral support. I'll go wake him up and ask him whilst I pack my bags then..."
"Okay sweetie, you know that we love you right? We're just trying to look out for you."
"I know mum, I love you both too."
I stood up out of my seat, doing a small jog up the stairs into my bedroom to see Alex still fast asleep on my bed. I decided to let him have a few minutes longer and pack instead. I pulled my suitcase out from underneath my bed and started to fill it with clothes and once that was done I got my other suitcase and filled that too. I grabbed a large handbag, putting my iPad, phone, book, purse, chargers and makeup bag inside before zipping it up. Half an hour later and I had completely finished packing, that was easier than I had thought it was going to be.
"Babe what are you doing?" Alex asked sleepily.
"I have to pack, I'm going away for two months." I replied sitting on the edge of my bed and brushing Alex's hair out of his face.
"What are you talking about?" Alex said sitting up straight.
"My mum and dad have booked me a place at this rehab centre in LA so I can get better, I need too get better Lex I'm hurting everyone around me, especially the people that are most important to me."
"But I've only just got you back now you're going away again... This fucking sucks." Alex said his voice getting slightly louder.
"My mum and dad got you a ticket to come on the flight with me if you want to come? I know this sucks y'know and I know this is all my fault, but I'm tired of hurting everyone and the only way I can stop is by getting better I'm sorry."
"No, you don't need to be sorry. I want you to get better, hell we all fucking do. Of course I'll come with you on the flight, I'd do anything to spend just a few more moments with you."
"You're the best Alex."
"I know." Alex said jokingly.
I pressed my lips to Alex's, feeling him smile into the kiss. Oh boy I was going too miss him a hell of a lot.
Hmm, so I just stumbled across this and I'm sad to see it was never finished. I've read what you have so far and I just wanted to leave a comment letting you know I think you're a great writer. :)
If you ever choose to finish this, I will be here to read, because I think it's a great story. I really think it deserves an ending. :') Georgia and Alex have been through a lot; I think they deserve a happy ending, but that's just me. :P
Maybe this comment will inspire you to finish the story. :)
2/22/16