All Chapters of Pathetically Beautiful : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Brax Pov"Hey dude, what's the name of that blood girl at school?" Kasey yelled from across the room. I lowered my phone, trying to figure out what he was talking about. "There are over a hundred blonde girls at school," he said. he let out a sigh. "The blonde one with really big boobs that you slept with at that dude's party over Christmas".I rolled my eyes at him. That was not a night that I wanted to be reminded of right now. Girls are the last thing on my mind. "Emma"."Yeah, that one. Why don't you give her a call?" he said while cracking another beer. I went back to my phone, scrolling through only photos of Willow on her Facebook. She is all that I can think about; she is the only girl that I want to be with. "Give it a rest, Kasey," I said to him, wanting him to stop trying to make me think about other girls."Dillion," Kasey said, getting up off the couch. "Brax here is being a sad sack of shit".I looked up and saw Dillion walk through the door. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he

Willow's POV:As I slowly started to regain consciousness, my head was spinning, and my body felt heavy. The sound of beeping machines filled my ears, causing a sense of panic to rise within me. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright lights above me made me squint in discomfort."Willow?" a familiar voice whispered, sending a jolt of recognition through me. Brax. His voice was like a lifeline, grounding me in reality.I could feel his presence beside me, his warmth radiating towards me as he spoke softly. "Please, Willow, I need you to be okay," he pleaded. "I don't want to live in a world that doesn't have you in it."His words pierced through the fog in my mind, slowly waking me.Suddenly, everything around me seemed to go into chaos. The machines beeped louder, the room filled with urgency and fear. Brax's voice faded into the background as panic gripped me once again. My body was overtaken with pain, and the memories of everything flooded into my mind.I shot up, gripping my thro

Days passed, and Brax never left my side. I shut myself off from the world, letting the emptiness inside me completely overtake me. The doctors had been in and out of my room, speaking in hushed tones as they discussed my case. I could hear snippets of their conversations, but nothing they said seemed to register in my mind.One day, as I lay motionless on the hospital bed, a group of doctors entered my room with grim expressions on their faces. They began talking amongst themselves before turning to me with concerned looks. One of the doctors said gently. "We think it would be best for you to receive proper care at a psychiatric facility."I knew what he was implying. He didn't need to say it out loud. They thought that I was crazy and hurting myself. I should have felt angry or sad or anything at all, but I felt nothing. I just lay there staring at them blankly, the words barely making sense in my mind. Brax stood up from his chair."No, she's not crazy! She didn't do this to herse

I couldn't look at Brax anymore, so I lay there staring up at the ceiling. The door opened, and Brax's father came in, clearing his throat. Brax stood up, going over to him with hope in his eyes."I'm sorry, Brax," his father said. "Willow's stepfather has already signed the papers for her to be transferred. There's nothing we can do to stop it."My eyes remained fixated on the ceiling, refusing to meet anyone's gaze."But... but she can't go," Brax pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "She needs to stay here with me."His father sighed. "I know, son. I tried everything I could, but it's out of our hands now. However, I have arranged for Willow to be transferred to a nicer hospital and have paid for all the expenses."I could hear the desperation in Brax's voice as he asked, "Will she be okay there? Will she get better?"His father nodded reassuringly, trying to offer some hope. But I knew deep down that it was too late for me. I had given up fighting a long time ago.I closed my

I walked silently beside Miss Callie, my steps echoing in the empty corridor. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing and pitying all at once. I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead.We finally reached my room. I paused outside the door. Number 13 and my name were on the door. I could feel Miss Callie watching my every move. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the small space with white walls and a narrow bed that looked more like a slab than something meant for comfort. The window was barred, making the room feel more suffocating than it already was; the only bit of colour in the room was the big red button on the wall.Miss Callie gestured for me to sit on the bed, but I remained standing, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. She reached out a hand to place it on my back, but I flinched away, fear flashing in my eyes."Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," Miss Callie said softly, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "I forgot that you don't like to be touched. I promise I will never