Find You in the Dark

over and pressed my mouth to his cheek. His skin was cold on my lips.
    “You're parents are on their way here.” I told him, and he only nodded. The nurse must have already told him. “They're going to put me away.” He said matter of factly. “I know.” Was all I could reply. Clay opened his eyes and I could see a spark of the old Clay there, hidden in their depths. “They're going to take me away from you. That's exactly what I didn't want to happen.” He told me flatly. I could see him struggling under the weight of his sedation.
    He reached out to touch my face, but his fingers fell back to the bed before they could make contact. “You look so sad. I did this to you. I hate myself for making you feel this way. I ruin everything. I always have.” He said, his voice deadened by the drugs. I shook my head. “No! Don't say that. It's not true.” Clay closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows, almost as if it were too painful to look at me.
    “I can't keep doing this to you.” He whispered, putting his hands up to cover his face. I needed to put an end to his bitter self-loathing. I just didn't know how. “Just stop this, Clay. You need to worry about getting better. Nothing else.” I said with more conviction than I felt. I reached up and pulled his hands down. “Please, just get better.” I begged him. He covered my hand with his and held it to his face. “I love you, Maggie. Forever. I was being selfish, only thinking about myself. I should have put you first, always.” He agonized, showing more feeling than he had since I walked in. I didn't say anything more. I pulled myself up onto his bed and spooned my body against his and held him until Nurse Burke returned.
    As I was forced to leave his side I turned back to look at him one more time. Who knew when I'd get to see him again? His eyes met mine and he looked completely and utterly shattered- broken. His expression was haunting. And was burned into my mind.
    Once back out in the waiting room I was greeted by a very angry Mrs. Reed. Mr. Reed stood behind her looking bland and disinterested, as though he'd rather be in a meeting at work than a hospital waiting room. Regardless that his son had been admitted there for trying to take his own life.
    Mrs. Reed took two steps and leaned in uncomfortably close to my face. “What did you do to him?” She hissed. I reeled back in surprise. Was she for real? I almost laughed with the absolute absurdity of her question. To think this self-important bitch could actually stand there and place the blame for Clay's condition squarely on my shoulders. Especially when the root of so many of his problems rested solely with the two narcissistic people standing in front of me.
    “Does this amuse you? And here I thought you and my son were in love . When in reality you're that little gold digging mooch I knew you were. Did you talk him into leaving town with you? Have him take you on some whirlwind vacation with our money?” She spat at me with all the venom she could muster.
    This time I did laugh. “Oh yeah, because the Motel 6 is livin' large.” I said sarcastically. Mrs. Reed looked as though she wanted to slap me as her hand tensed by her side. “My son is a very sick boy. He doesn't need to be led astray by a selfish little bitch like you.” The hatred in her voice startled me. What in the world had I done to garner such a strong dislike from this woman?
    Though if I thought about it, I knew Mrs. Reed's problem was that she wanted to place blame anywhere and everywhere but where it belonged; with she and her husband. She couldn't see her own failings as a parent, so instead I became the bad guy.
    Well screw that!
    So, I got right back in her nasty, smug face and poked my finger in the middle of her chest. “Back off Mrs. Reed. Your son is lying in a hospital bed after slitting his wrists because the two of you have been more concerned how this could make you look, rather than involving yourselves with what's going on with your son .” Mrs. Reed's face turned crimson and her jaw clenched.
    And I wasn't even close to being done speaking my mind. “Maybe if you spent more time being actual parents, he wouldn't be where he is now. In ICU! After attempting suicide! I love your son. More than anything. And because I love him, I can recognize that the best thing for him is to get help, even though that means he will go away. I love him enough to realize my desire to be with him is not