Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye
013
Alex’s POV
I don’t know what the fuck just happened. First me and Rebecca are having a lovely chat and are about to walk to class, next second Kendra turns up, points out how Rebecca cuts herself then Rebecca runs away. As soon as Rebecca is gone I call out for her, while Kendra tries to advance on me, acting like nothings just happened. I push her away and run after Rebecca. I notice her pull away in her car; quickly I run to mine and jump in, driving after her to her road.
The whole way there the car is silence; I’m silently hoping she’s not hurting herself. How could she do that to herself? Does she not realise how amazing she is? How wonderful and sweet she is? How fucking beautiful she is?
I pull up outside of her house and notice her cars in the drive way, I run to the front door before realising it is locked. I find her spare key under the potted plant on her drive way. I unlock the door and close it behind me before searching the whole of downstairs and the basement; I feel my heart speed up and not in a good way. By now I was franticly calling her name, praying to god she wasn’t hurt.
I run upstairs and go to walk into her bedroom before realising it is locked. That’s weird, Rebecca never locks her door and I mean never. I bang on the door a couple of times and shout her name…no answer. I urgently bang on the door calling her name again. By now I have enough and start kicking and chucking all my weight at the door. Luckily the door breaks open and I find myself inside her bedroom. The room looks undisturbed and for some reason the room sees errie, I notice her bathroom door is closed and walk over to it, I knock carefully and call her name before opening the unlocked door. The scene I find in front of me breaks my heart.
Rebecca is sat on the floor, her shirt discarded near her, blood running from various cuts on her stomach and hips. I feel my heart break from the sight of her, the girl who was once so strong was broken. I crouch down next to the crying girl who is still yet to notice I am present. She looks up at me, her green eyes glassy and bright with tears, I feel my heart continue to break before pulling her into a hug. I don’t care if she’s not wearing a shirt like any other boy would, at the moment the only thing that matters is this girl in front of me. After what seems like forever she stops crying and just sits there sniffling, my arms still haven’t left her, I notice the bleeding has gone to a minimum, but still I think we should get an ambulance.
“Rebecca I’m just gonna call an ambulance, you need to get these cuts seen to.” I mumble starting to pull away
.
She manages a short cry before muttering “No hospital.”
“Okay, but will you let me clean and bandage these.” I ask pointing to the cuts; she nods sadly and points to a cupboard where a first aid box is. I stand up and grab the first aid box before sitting back down next to her. She continues to stare off into the distance, as if she’s refusing to make eye contact with me.
I grab some cotton wool and some liquid to clean the wounds before carefully brushing the cotton wall over her cuts. She winces as the cold liquid seeps into the wounds, I hate seeing her in pain but I’d rather this then her cuts get infected. I clean all the wounds; taking my time and carefully and delicately placing the wool to her perfect skin, thanking god none were too deep. I then move on to putting plasters on the small ones before wrapping bandage around all her stomach. Next I grab a flannel, first wiping down her sweating face, then cleaning any dried blood on her stomach. Throughout the process the room is filled with silence, I had no idea what to say, I mean what do you say to the girl you love who just sliced her stomach to smithereens, wait did I just say love? No of course not, no I love her as a friend and nothing more.
When I’m finished cleaning I grab her fresh pair of pyjamas, I pull her jeans down, noticing a giant scar on the side of her hip, this is unlike the rest, it looked more like a surgery scar….I shrug it off helping her into her pyjama bottoms then shirt. I carry her to bed and lay her in it; I turn round to go downstairs to get her a glass of water when I suddenly hear her speak.
“Don’t leave.” She mumbles her voice barely above a whisper. I nod before getting into bed with her, pulling her into my arms close.
“Why?” I ask while stroking her hair.
“I needed to feel again…I needed to punish myself.” She explains, her voice threatening to crack.
“Punish yourself for what?” I question.
“For killing my father.”
I don’t know what the fuck just happened. First me and Rebecca are having a lovely chat and are about to walk to class, next second Kendra turns up, points out how Rebecca cuts herself then Rebecca runs away. As soon as Rebecca is gone I call out for her, while Kendra tries to advance on me, acting like nothings just happened. I push her away and run after Rebecca. I notice her pull away in her car; quickly I run to mine and jump in, driving after her to her road.
The whole way there the car is silence; I’m silently hoping she’s not hurting herself. How could she do that to herself? Does she not realise how amazing she is? How wonderful and sweet she is? How fucking beautiful she is?
I pull up outside of her house and notice her cars in the drive way, I run to the front door before realising it is locked. I find her spare key under the potted plant on her drive way. I unlock the door and close it behind me before searching the whole of downstairs and the basement; I feel my heart speed up and not in a good way. By now I was franticly calling her name, praying to god she wasn’t hurt.
I run upstairs and go to walk into her bedroom before realising it is locked. That’s weird, Rebecca never locks her door and I mean never. I bang on the door a couple of times and shout her name…no answer. I urgently bang on the door calling her name again. By now I have enough and start kicking and chucking all my weight at the door. Luckily the door breaks open and I find myself inside her bedroom. The room looks undisturbed and for some reason the room sees errie, I notice her bathroom door is closed and walk over to it, I knock carefully and call her name before opening the unlocked door. The scene I find in front of me breaks my heart.
Rebecca is sat on the floor, her shirt discarded near her, blood running from various cuts on her stomach and hips. I feel my heart break from the sight of her, the girl who was once so strong was broken. I crouch down next to the crying girl who is still yet to notice I am present. She looks up at me, her green eyes glassy and bright with tears, I feel my heart continue to break before pulling her into a hug. I don’t care if she’s not wearing a shirt like any other boy would, at the moment the only thing that matters is this girl in front of me. After what seems like forever she stops crying and just sits there sniffling, my arms still haven’t left her, I notice the bleeding has gone to a minimum, but still I think we should get an ambulance.
“Rebecca I’m just gonna call an ambulance, you need to get these cuts seen to.” I mumble starting to pull away
.
She manages a short cry before muttering “No hospital.”
“Okay, but will you let me clean and bandage these.” I ask pointing to the cuts; she nods sadly and points to a cupboard where a first aid box is. I stand up and grab the first aid box before sitting back down next to her. She continues to stare off into the distance, as if she’s refusing to make eye contact with me.
I grab some cotton wool and some liquid to clean the wounds before carefully brushing the cotton wall over her cuts. She winces as the cold liquid seeps into the wounds, I hate seeing her in pain but I’d rather this then her cuts get infected. I clean all the wounds; taking my time and carefully and delicately placing the wool to her perfect skin, thanking god none were too deep. I then move on to putting plasters on the small ones before wrapping bandage around all her stomach. Next I grab a flannel, first wiping down her sweating face, then cleaning any dried blood on her stomach. Throughout the process the room is filled with silence, I had no idea what to say, I mean what do you say to the girl you love who just sliced her stomach to smithereens, wait did I just say love? No of course not, no I love her as a friend and nothing more.
When I’m finished cleaning I grab her fresh pair of pyjamas, I pull her jeans down, noticing a giant scar on the side of her hip, this is unlike the rest, it looked more like a surgery scar….I shrug it off helping her into her pyjama bottoms then shirt. I carry her to bed and lay her in it; I turn round to go downstairs to get her a glass of water when I suddenly hear her speak.
“Don’t leave.” She mumbles her voice barely above a whisper. I nod before getting into bed with her, pulling her into my arms close.
“Why?” I ask while stroking her hair.
“I needed to feel again…I needed to punish myself.” She explains, her voice threatening to crack.
“Punish yourself for what?” I question.
“For killing my father.”
Notes
New Chapter, For some reason I like this chapter how Alex is there to help her...and another cliff hanger! Please don't hate me!!!!!I really need your thoughts on this chapter
11/10/13