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the drastic choice

the drastic choice

Other Created on 5-5-07 Views(62) Story Rating G

            She wanders through the halls to her locker and to her next class. Not looking at the other people she passes; only glancing up once and a while from her shoes to look at where she is. She gets pushed around and stepped on by people who think they’re more than her, better than her. When she looks up, she tries to see if she can find one friendly face. She’s had her share of problems: alcoholic father; neglectful mother; and lack of friends and people she can go to if she needs help.

            After school she went home and cried in her room, with no one to comfort her when she needed it the most. Not knowing what else to do to relieve her pain, she takes out the knife she keeps in her dresser drawer, having every intention of taker her life. She closes her eyes and holds her breath, putting the cool metal to her wrist. In one quick motion the blade pierces her flesh.

            For several minutes she fades in and out of consciousness. She hears foot steps, not knowing if they’re real or just a blurry dream. All of a sudden she feels the slightest touch of a hand. Looking up from her bloodied floor she sees her best friend whom was supposed to be out of town. She says his name, but it was scarcely heard because it was less than a whisper.

            This boy is the only one who had ever cared for her. He sort of had a sixth sense for when something was wrong and she knew she could always go to him when she needed any thing at all. When all odds were against her, he was there for her, to comfort her when she needed it most. Some times even going out of his way, canceling important things he had to do, just to make sure she was ok. He could talk her out of any thing. Just the sound and tone of his voice was enough to make her forget about what she wanted to do: the drastic choice. The choice was simple in a way: she’d lie down on her back, wearing her nicest clothes, slit both her wrists, set them down by her sides, and wait for death to claim her. Of coarse it wouldn’t hurt; she’d already be to emotionally numb to feel any thing. The reason he did this is because he loved her more than any thing in this mortal world. To him, no one was more beautiful, perfect in every aspect, than she was.

             Looking to the side he sees the bloodied knife on the shelf, looking at her again he realizes what she had done. He knelt down by her side holding back all the tears and trying not to completely break down in front of her. He knew he had to be strong if she were to pull through this.

            She looked at him with sorrow-filled eyes and opened her mouth to speak.  He put his hand to the side of her face and whispered, “Don’t speak.” She shut her mouth and just looked at him. Then her eyes swelled up with tears, and the salty liquid poured down her face. For only a few minutes this happened. Then she grew faint from the loss of blood and slowly her eyes flickered closed.

            The boy didn’t know what to do. He had two options: let her die and lose the only girl he’s ever truly loved; or call an ambulance immediately and try to save her no matter what Hell she was in living here. He had to think fast she was loosing so much blood. His black jeans were even darker now that they were saturated with her blood. He got out his phone and dialed with out thinking, “hello? I have an emergency I need an ambulance…..”

            Three days later her eyes opened and she looked around. She sat up not knowing where she was. “Where am I?!” she said to herself. Suddenly, a familiar voice, “The hospital, I just couldn’t live with out you!”

            “Why didn’t you just let me die?!” the girl exclaimed.

            “I… I… I love you…”

            The girl was speechless. She had no idea what to say. She looked down at her arm that was all bandaged as the boy cam and sat on her bedside. He took up her hand, looked her in the eyes and said, “I Love you. Please, don’t leave me… Please”

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On June 5th 2007 bluemonkey98 Said :
bluemonkey98 I have had several cutters in my family...and this hits home, but it was very good and very deep. Good job. :)
On May 5th 2007 XdeXadXinXsiXd Said :
XdeXadXinXsiXd wow