Temporary

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^*Johnny’s POV*^
“I HAVE A FUCKING DATE TONIGHT!” I whined, near tears at the thought of Jessica never wanting to speak to me again because I didn’t show. “THANKS TO YOUR CRAZY FUCKING ASS, I’M GOING TO MISS MY DATE!” I was currently holding Brian by the collar of his shirt, threatening to toss him off of the island-like bed, and into the sea-like mess of clothes.

“Johnny, don’t- don’t do it, man, you’ll regret it.” Brain said, grasping a hold of my wrists. I pulled him back onto the bed, and just when he thought it was safe he let go of my wrists, and I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I possibly could, and he let out a high pitched scream, and I pushed him back into the clothes.

“Fuck you, Brian!” I screamed, and sat down at the headboard, crossing my arms over my chest, a frown taking over my face. I expected him to crawl back up onto the bed at any second, but he didn’t.

“J-Johnny...” I heard his voice, sounding weak and hurt, but I wasn’t falling for one of his stupid little pranks. I got off the bed, and he’d pull me into the clothes and beat the shit out of me. Trust me, I knew he would. “J-” His weak voice was cut off once more, and I stared at where he had fallen into the clothes. I sat there for minutes, just staring, hoping he would resurface. But he didn’t. In a way, I was glad. The fucker’s never doing anything good anytime, anyways. All he ever does is fucking chase girls and make my life hell.

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^*Brian’s POV*^
I couldn’t see, but I could feel the blade of the butcher’s knife all the way through my bicep, and it hurt like hell. I couldn’t move because I was packed into the floor by clothes. I could only hope that Johnny would hear me at least trying to call his name. I could feel the area around my upper arm becoming soaked as blood leaked heavily from my arm. I took deep breaths, and brought my hand up to the knife. I grabbed onto the handle, taking deep breaths, and I stayed like that for a while before without warning, I pulled the knife out quickly, letting out a loud cry that I was sure Johnny had heard.

“Brian?!” I heard Johnny’s slightly worried voice, and I kept the knife grasped in my hand as I somehow found the energy to pull myself up, I jammed the knife into the bed, and pulled myself up. “Brian!” Johnny screamed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed. I sat up, ignoring the blood running rapidly down my arm as I glared at Johnny as I pulled the knife from the mattress.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I felt like I was screaming, but my voice was weak, and he just stared at me with regret in his eyes. I told him he’d regret tossing me into those fucking clothes, but no, he was more concerned about his imaginary fucking date. I slowly got to my feet, the mattress giving away from under my feet and making me nearly fall, but I kept my balance. “You fucking jackass, what is wrong with you?”

“I-I didn’t know, it’s not my fault you scared the shit out of me, and I dropped the knife.” He suddenly snapped. “You know what, I’m pretty sure Jess’ never going to speak to me again thanks to you, so you deserve a knife shoved through your arm.”

“And you deserve…you deserve this.” I swung the knife forward, falling at the same time, and the knife hit his thigh, slicing through and staying there as he screamed out in pain, and I fell unconscious from loss of blood.

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^*Matt’s POV*^
I needed to get my mind off of Harper; desperately. I had thought about her all yesterday, and now I was sick of the thoughts. I didn’t know if I should let her go, or just take her hand and never fade out of whatever kind of relationship we’ve started. I was going to see how Johnny’s date had gone last night, but I soon decided against it. It was about ten AM, so Brian should be awake. I knocked on the front door for what seemed like forever, but when I didn’t receive any screaming telling me to leave him the fuck alone, I opened the door and walked in.

“Brian?!” I called out, wondering where in the fuck he could be. His car was in the drive way, so the lazy ass couldn’t have gone far. I walked through the living room, and then jogged up the stairs, and to his bedroom. I looked in, and stopped calling his name. The metallic smell of blood was the first thing to hit me. I stared in horror at the scene in front of me. Johnny and Brian were sprawled upon the bed, dried, nearly blackened blood all around Brian’s right arm, and a large butcher’s knife sticking straight out of Johnny’s thigh about an inch above his knee. I quickly ran from the entrance of the room, nearly taking a tumble down the stairs as I rushed to the phone on the coffee table.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

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^*Third POV*^
Johnny and Brian were both rushed to the ER, suffering from severe blood loss, and stab wounds. Once accidental, one purposely made. The two that had been somewhat friends had now became enemies, even as Brian and Johnny finally came to, having had liters of blood, they began screaming at each other. Johnny was still rambling about his date, and Brian was still upset about Johnny’s reckless move. Jimmy and Parker had come down, and just stood beside Matt as they watched them both argue and scream at each other. Soon, Dr. Watt’s arrived, and ordered them both to be sedated and handcuffed to the beds for safety reasons. He wasn’t as much worried about the staff as he was about them hurting each other.

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^*Harper’s POV*^
“Find out what all of the screaming was about?” I asked Zacky as he walked back into the room, and he nodded.

“Brian and Johnny apparently stabbed each other, and woke up, and began trying to kill each other. So they’re in the ER now.” To be truthful, I wasn’t shocked by his words as he sat down on the edge of the bed. It was really only a matter of time before something like this happened between the two, with the way they treat each other.

“I’m surprised they held off this long.” I said, trying not to laugh, and Zacky nodded.

“Yea, I give them props for that.” Zacky said, trying to suppress a smile.

“Well,” I jumped slightly as the doctor came into the room. “Are you ready to go?” he asked me, and I looked up at him with a curious expression.

“What?” I asked, clueless.

“I thought you said she had to stay until the end of the week.” Zacky said, and the doctor sighed.

“She’s had extreme progress these last couple of days, there really isn’t any reason for us to hold her here anymore.” He looked up at me.

“So I can go?” I asked, hopeful to get out of this hell hole full of bad memories, and he nodded.

“Let me go get a nurse to get you unhooked from everything, and I’ll be right back with some papers.”

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^*Jimmy’s POV*^
I had my arms wrapped around Parker’s waist, and I kissed her cheek. We were headed up to see Harper. Parker didn’t want to go, but I told her to. I had been convincing her of a lot of things lately, like letting Matt take care of Kellin for a little while.

“Jimmy, Jimmy, stop. Please.” She giggled, but I shook my head.

“Never.” I smirked, and she turned around, neither of us noticing the elevator had stopped.

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^*Med Student*^
I stepped onto the elevator with my small group of three and pressed the button for our floor, and then Todd tapped my shoulder. I turned towards him, ready to knock his lights off since he had been hitting on me forever. But then he pointed at two people in the corner of the elevator, a tall man and a girl with bright red hair, connected at the lips, completely oblivious to the fact that they weren’t alone in the elevator. He pushed her back against the wall, and she pulled away, and smirked at him, but then her eyes got wide as she noticed us standing as far away from them as possible, trying not to be awkward.

“J-Jimmy, stop.” She stuttered as he trailed kisses down her collar bone, his hands roaming down to her hips. I looked away, but the walls were mirrors, so it was impossible not to watch as she tried to get him to back off. For a second I wondered if anyone would intervene. “Jimmy stop!”

“Why?” He whined. “We’re not surrounded by cameras or anything.” He insisted.

“No, but we’re here!” Jake announced happily.

“HOLY SHIT!” He jumped, slamming himself back against the wall, staring at us all.

“Oh, please do continue. Don’t let us bother you.” Todd smiled. I hit him hard in the shoulder. “Ow!” The elevator doors opened, and the couple ran off, failing miserably at trying to be nonchalant.

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^*Harper’s POV*^
I got my shirt on, now ready to leave, when I heard voices outside of the room.

“Why in the hell didn’t you stop me?! I could’ve fucking raped you in that elevator with an audience!” I heard Jimmy’s voice announce.

“I tried! You wouldn’t stop!” I heard humor seep into Parker’s words, but I quickly ran out of the bathroom. I had already signed the release forms, so I was completely free to leave whenever I pleased.

“Come on, she’s not that mad.” There was a sudden change in Jimmy’s tone of voice. He was right outside of the door, no doubt Parker was with him.

“Ready to get out of this asylum?” Zacky asked, standing from a chair and I nodded.

“Yep.” I smiled, and he grabbed my bag.

“Let’s go.” He started for the door, apparently not hearing Jimmy and Parker talking right outside. I stopped him from opening the door.

“Wait, when you open that door, we have to run, okay?” I asked him, and he looked at me sketchily.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” I said, and let go of his hand, allowing him to open the door. We stood face to face with Jimmy and Parker as they automatically stopped talking. It was slightly awkward to say the least.

“Where are you going?” Jimmy asked me, and I took a deep breath.

“They’re letting me go.” I said, and Parker tried to put on a happy face.

“That’s gr-”

“Shut the fuck up.” I muttered, and she stopped.

“Uh, I’ll be down in the ER.” Zacky said, and walked off.

“I’ll be with him.” Jimmy went to run off, but Parker grabbed his hand. “I do not want to be here to catch a stray punch from her.” He said, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Jimmy pulled his hand out of Parker’s grip, and ran off towards the elevators. I looked at Parker and sighed.

“I don’t want to go through this.” I said, and started to walk away, but Parker stopped me.

“No, we’re going to settle this. Right now.” She said, and I stopped and turned and faced her.

“Alright, so you took me off of life support because you thought I was really gone and there was no use in hanging onto me if I wasn’t here anymore, and my body was keeping everyone from moving on, correct?" I asked, and she nodded.

“Right, but-”

“Then get the fuck off of me and let me walk away before I do something I’ll regret.” I said, but she shook her head.

“No, I need to-”

“Parker, I fucking swear if you don’t let go of me I am going to knock your lights out.” I growled through gritted teeth.

“No.” She said sternly. “You just don’t fucking understand, Harper! I didn’t want to do that to you, you’re my sister, and I love you, I’d never hurt you! I didn’t want to do it but I had to!” She continued, but I couldn’t help but think there was something more.

“You don’t feel like my sister, I don’t love you, I will hurt you, and I do want to do this, but I don’t have to.” Before she could question me I swung my fist into her face, and she let go of my arm as she fell, and blankly stared up at the ceiling in shock. I was sick of her lying to me about taking me off of life support. All hope wasn’t gone, it couldn’t have been. “Parker,” I was in another world, I didn’t have control of my words again as I stared down at her blank face as she stared up at me. I let the anger take over again. “I hate you.”