Unforgettable

Chapter 3

"Dear, are you ready?"

The young man had been standing outside the door for awhile now while the young girl got dressed for the day. It had been over an hour and she was still not ready. Normally she would get dressed rather quickly and didn't use much makeup that would take her long to do.

"Dear, are you ready? I'm worried for you."

He knocked on the door and heard no sound escaping from the room. There was complete silence until he heard a small cry of pain followed by multiple choked sobs behind the door. He heard glass shatter onto the ground and decided to check under the door. There was blood on the floor and shattered glass everywhere next to a young girl's bleeding hand.

"Open this door now! What's wrong!? Let me help you."

The door unlocked itself, but did not open. A shriek of pain escaped the girl's lips from the inside and the young man smashed against the door, not at all ready for what laid before him.

The young girl sat there in a simple white dress, her hair falling down her shoulders in light curls making her seemingly beautiful and like an angel if not for the blood that was smeared on her arms and the bottom of her dress. A blade was in her right arm and the shattered glass had come from the container in which held multiple blades hidden within cotton balls.

"Dear! Dear please stop it. Here give me the knife, everything is going to be okay, trust me." He looked down at his love before him. "Here calm down. Come here, take my hand and let's get you some help. Don't worry everything is going to be just fine as long as you trust me."

The young girl wouldn't meet his eyes and seemed to be lost in a trance. "Dear look at me." He grabbed her chin and faced her toward him. Her eyes seemed to be in another world that was not his. It was then that he noticed the pill bottle in her other hand and a glass nearly empty with water.

"Dear no! Wake up! Look at me please!"

"The stars...I can see them"

"Dear please tell me what's wrong"

She looked at him now with tears brimming her eyes. She caressed his cheek and swept her hand through his hair. "You really are beautiful" was the last sound that escaped her lips before she fell limply into the boy's arms.

"Dear please. Please wake up. Answer me."

The young man was now crying for his sweet love and did not know, at all, what to do. He frantically got a cotton ball and began wiping the blood off her arms, later pushing tightly on each cut so that the blood would stop gushing. He remembered her teaching him this a few months back and now regretted not paying more attention because it was so hard for him to stop the blood, as he did not know how. He noticed the strange way her dress flowed around her stomach and noticed that there was a tear and blood at the end of the rip. He moved the dress and stared in shock at the large cut on her stomach she had made with the blade.

"Oh darling why didn't you tell me you were in pain"

The young man sighed as another tear escaped from him. He carried the young girl and laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. He tended her wounds and called on his mom for help. He knew she would be pissed at him, but he had no other choice.

*rings*

"Hello?"

"Hi mom, it's me. I need your help."

"Honey where are you!? I was so worried when you didn't come home last night. I even called your father and he said you weren't with him."

"I'm at my girlfriend's house like I said I would be, but mom I really need your help."

"You at that bitch's house!? Could you have at least been more responsible and told your father!? At least!"

"Mom I need your help! It's extremely important."

"Fine. What do you need now? Money?"

"Mom, my girlfriend overdosed. And she won't stop bleeding. I don't think I should take her to the hospital. I need your help."

"Ugh, I hate to say this, but bring her here and I'll help her. Just wrap wherever she is bleeding so she doesn't lose any more blood."

"Mom she's unconscious and I don't have a car. And it's a long walk. I don't want her out in public like this."

"Okay fine. Send me the address and I'll be there. If my help isn't enough for you to open your eyes, I'm not accepting you ever again."

"Fine. Just please come and get her"