Author: Jonny Q PM
It had been 9 months since Willow last cut herself. Life seems to be going great for both Willow and Guy. However an unfortunate turn of events might ruin their happiness. And the results that fallow might complicate things even further.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 9 - Words: 7,893 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 08-28-10 - Published: 08-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6215951
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Note: I do not own Willow or the characters, This story is just for fun and is in no way profitable.
Author's note: First off I wanna point out that the story "Willow" was written in the third person, I have wrote my unofficial sequel in the first person. I did that so I wouldn't feel like I was trying to make writing style like Julia Hoban's. I respect her writing enough that I am not going to try to make it look as if she was writing it.
Second: I have this planned out so far as a 9 chapter story, so it's going to be a little short.
Please give me some feed back: tell me what you liked and didn't like.
It's been nine months since I last cut myself and I was proud of that. Guy completely changed my life, I think I might finally be healing both inside and outside. Though my scars are still visible on my arms and stomach, I still keep them covered very well, and still keep them a secret.
The urge to cut has lessen and things are really starting to look great. Guy and I have graduated and have been accepted to the same college. We are going to be going up to Main to visit his grandparents. When he asked me I was a little hesitant, but I figured that it would be fun. Any excuse to spend time with him is a really good one.
I told David and Cathy about the trip and they were a little less than enthusiastic about it, but since I am 18 and all they really can't say no. I was all packed up and ready to go. Guy was carrying my suitcase down stairs and he walked outside to put it in his car. I was walking downstairs right behind him when my brother David called me, "Willow? Can I see you for a minute?"
I walked over to him and asked, "What's up?"
"Do you have everything?"
"Yeah I got all of my cloths and shoes."
"No I mean… do you have everything?"
I looked at David confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well…" he trailed off uncomfortably, "I would hate for you to come back pregnant and…"
"I got everything I could need!" I interrupted quickly.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know. Have a good trip, call me when you get there!"
"I'll call you when I get there," I walked up to David and gave him a hug and left.
Guy was driving and I was sitting in that passenger side, the radio was broken so their wasn't any music playing, but that was okay.
"So we'll probably be up there for only a week," Guy began to speak, "they live right by the beach, so we can go swimming."
I turn my head and look at Guy, "I don't want your grandparents to see my scars!"
"They won't, they don't go to the beach, no one up their will know you so you won't have to worry about being exposed."
"Well I didn't pack a swim suit."
"We can always buy you one…"
Guy turns his head and looks at me.
"Or maybe we might just forgo the beach," he said with mild disappointment in his voice.
We pull over to fill up the gas tank and grab some snacks. I walk out of the convince store with two small bags of chips and some sodas.
"I still don't know how you can eat salt and vinegar chips," I said to Guy as he opens up the bag.
"Well I don't see how you can eat cheese puffs," he responded as I opened up my bag of cheese puffs. We get back into the car and drive off.
It is night and it's starting to rain and I am scared. Flashbacks of the night when I was driving and I got into that car accident that killed my parents and left me emotionally wounded to this very day, keep playing back in my mind over and over again. I have my eyes closed and am covering up my ears trying to avoid hearing the rain hit the car.
"Are you going to be okay? Do I need to pull over?" asked Guy.
I let out a breath of air, "No lets just keep going, I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? I don't want to make uncomfortable if any of this is bringing back any bad memories."
Guy knows me so well.
"I'll be fine," I said.
The further we drove the heavier the storm became, I had my eyes closed for most of it, but I needed to open. I turn my head and look at Guy so that the first thing I look at doesn't remind me that I don't have parents. I lean my head into his shoulder and he puts his arm over me.
I begin to feel comfortable and I begin to fall asleep, that was until I heard Guy scream, "Oh Shit!"
A deer had ran out in front of up and Guys swerved to avoid hitting it. Sadly the car flipped over and landed in a ditch. I was knocked out.
When I awoke I saw that I was still in the car. I looked right next to me and saw Guy. He was out cold and was bleeding from his forehead. It took me a second to realize what had just happened. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.
"911 operator, how may I help you?" said the operator in a monotone voice.
"H-Help," was the only word I managed to say.
Thankfully, a nearby police officer came and helped us. Guy and I were sent to the hospital.
On the ride to the hospital, I began to pass out, and I didn't know where I was going to awake next.
To be continued...