She's Over There

Find out what will happen to suicidal Scarlet, and her only friend Kellin. Suicidal, friend Kellin. After tragedies strike so does fate, with her new found acquaintances, the band 5 Seconds Of Summer.


17. 16.

Chapter 16...


Luke and I say hello to Josh as we get in his car.

"Thank you!" I yell to him as he heads on the bus.

Luke gets in the driver side and I get into the passenger side.

"Luke how come you guys said I should go to the hospital?" I asked him.

"It doesn't matter. Don't worry okay?" He told me. He put his hand just above my knee and gave it a squeeze.

I shuddered under his touch. His hand radiated warmth through my jeans. He pulled his hand away and started the car again.

He pulled away and followed the bus.

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked.

"Yeah, well sorta." He says.

I giggle.

I lay my head against my hand.

"Are you going to sleep?" He sounds amused.


He looked over at me with a smirk. He turned on the radio and hit the cd button, instantly a Fall Out Boy song came on.

I smiled and listened to the music.

"When did you drop out?" I asked him cautiously.

"Uh, last year at the end of year 10." He told me.

"I wish I did that." I told him truthfully.

"Well, honestly if music doesn't go anywhere, me and the boys are... well fucked." He told me.

"You could always go back." I suggested.

"Yeah thats true... Do you know what you want to do?" He asked.

"Not really. I mean I really like science and math, but I can't be a doctor or veterinarian because I wouldn't be able to deal with someone dying. And a mathematician seems like a shitty job. But I like the sounds of a marine biologist." I told him. "Wow. I didn't need to say half of what I told you." I put my head in my hands.

"That sounds cool. But..." He reached over and took my hands away from my face, "don't hide, you're beautiful. All of us think that. I'm sure everyone on the planet would think that if they met you."

"You wouldn't if you knew what happens inside my head." I mumbled so he couldn't hear.

I rub at my bandage and it causes a slight sting, as a substitution for a blade.

I feel dampness and decide I should probably stop before Luke notices.

I rest my head on my hand again and shut my eyes.




"Scarlet...." I hear someone say.

"Scar..." I recognize the voice as Luke's and realize where I am.

I open my eyes and am met with his beautiful face.

"Hi." I mumble.

He smiles at me and stretches out his hand. I take it and he pulls me up.

I almost fall over but he steadies me.

"How long have we been driving?" I mumble.

"Uh... About an hour, maybe more."

He giggles for a moment.

"What?" I say.

He reaches his hand up and pulls out my hair elastic and ruffles my hair. I blush and keep my eyes down.

"Hold on, why don't we..." He trails off.

He walks to the back of me. He takes the sweatshirt and pulls it up to where it should be resting, the tightens it so it looks like it fits. He then takes the hair tie he pulled from my hair and ties it around a wad of fabric keeping the hold on the 'new' sweater.

"Thanks." I say.

"No problem." He smiles at me.

We walk to the hospital doors and walk in. There is a glass board that gives you directions to where you need to go.

We look for x-ray directions and learn we have to go up to the 7 floor.

We both groan. Luke starts to walk to the elevator, I take his hand and stop him.

"Can we take the stairs?" I ask shyly.

"Up 7 flights of stairs?"

I nod.

"Okay." He says back.

I drop his hand and we walk for the stair case. He opens the door for me and I giggle.

"Thank you." I say.

He bows and I laugh.

He glares at the stairs. I know he doesn't want to climb the stairs, I don't want to either.

"I don't want to climb them either if that makes you feel any better." I say starting to ascend.

"Are you afraid of elevators?" He asks starting to go up the stirs

As well.

"Kind of." I say back.

I get a horrific flashback


"Mum!" I yell.

"What?" She says flatly.

"Why can't we just go see grandpa already?" I say jumping slightly as she pushes a button on the elevator.

"Shut your goddamn mouth. Its good for nothing anyway." She spits.

"Mummy don't be mean." I whine.

"What did I say? Do you ever listen?" She yells.

"Mum you're scaring me!" I exclaim backing away into the corner.

"Good." She fires back.

She steps closer to me and gives me a slap across my face.

I start to bawl. I crouch into the corner of the elevator sobbing.


That was the first time my mother ever hit me, or was mean to me even. I was only five years old. My mom was drunk and was bringing me to grandpas house so she could go out partying. Ever since then, I choose to not go in elevators if I don't have to because they bring back such horrible memories.

"Scarlet?" Luke asks.

I realize I stopped moving.

"Sorry." I mutter.

We continue until we finally make it to the seventh floor, we are both out of breath.

I take a seat in the waiting room while Luke goes to the receptionist.

He comes back with a clipboard and a pen. He sits in the chair beside me and hands me the supplies.

"We have to fill these out." He tells me.

I nod.

It starts with questions like my date of birth and sex. Then it goes to questions like why I'm here ect. I freeze when it asks me to explain in detail what happened. My stomach drops to my thighs.

"Luke..." I say handing him the clipboard pointing to the question. "I can't put that my mother beat me... How about I fell down the stairs and I hit the railing on the way down?" I suggest.

"Put whatever you're comfortable with." He says as hands me the clipboard back.

"Okay." I say.

I write down my fake story and I'm finished the paperwork.

I put the clipboard in my lap and jiggle my leg. "Luke? Can you come in with me?" I ask him quietly.

"Yeah sure. Its going to be fine." He tells me.

"Its not. Its just I've had a bad experience with a few doctors and I've heard stories on the news about it too. And its my worst fear." I tell him looking at my shaky hands.

"What is it?" He asks quietly.

"Going to the doctor and them asking me to take off my shirt and then touching me. Its happened multiple times. And I've- I've been actually raped by a doctor." I say with shame.

It brings back the violated feeling and the pain.

He grabs my hand and looks me in the eyes. "I'm not going to let that happen." He tells me.

He rubs his thumb over my soft, small hands.

He intertwines our fingers and brings our joined hands to his face. He kisses my hand and I feel a flock of butterflies in my stomach. "I'm sorry." He tells me.


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