Surviving - Rewritten

Chapter Twenty One - She Will Be Loved

Stefan Adamson

Seeing Becky lifeless on her bedroom floor was the worst moment of Stefan's life. He hadn't had an easy life by any means, growing up in the system meant that shit had been thrown at him everyday until he was adopted at the age of fourteen. All of his past traumas amounted to nothing when he saw the girl, he loved lying on her bedroom floor.

The two had begun to become close and when Stefan started to drop hints that he liked her, she cut him off and started to ignore him. That day, Stefan had decided enough was enough. If she didn't like him romantically it was fine but did their friendship have to be ruined because of that? With that in mind he knocked on her front door with the intent of confronting her.

When no one answered he opened the door, surprised that it wasn't locked. He had shouted upon entering saying "hello?" Only to retrieve no answer. He walked up to Becky's room only to see the door open and her on the floor. He screamed when he saw that her arms were bloody and there was an almost empty bottle of vodka on the floor. It was a big bottle, far too big for Becky as she was tiny and practically skin and bone.

Shit, what did he do? Shit.

"fuck" he heard a small voice from behind him to see a short blonde-haired girl staring at Becky.

He stood in front of Becky almost defensively and asked "Who are you"

The girl replied that she was a friend of Becky's and asked if he called an ambulance. He slowly shook his head. Fuck why hadn't he called one yet?

He got his phone out of his blazer pocket almost dropping it thanks to his shaking hands. He called the ambulance and was thankful to see that the girl, Cassie was stopping the bleeding. Clearly, she was much smarter than he was; all he had done was stare at Becky in shock.

Soon, the ambulance came, and Stefan made a pathetic lie about been her boyfriend and refused to stay behind. He stared at Becky as she laid on the stretcher with doctors surrounding her. Why had she done this? Was it his fault? Why didn't she talk to him anymore?

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The next afternoon Stefan returned to the hospital. He was still angry about been forced to go home the day before by her dad and sister and the annoying doctors. They claimed visiting hours were over and she should be with her family.

It was late evening, and Stefan was pissed off that he hadn't been able to come sooner. But there was still the thought that Becky didn't want him there seen as she hadn't spoken to him in bloody ages.

Once he was in her hospital room, he was enraged to see that she was alone. Where were her family? Her friends?

"Hi" she muttered when she saw him.

"Hi" he said with a small smile. She looked so fragile it was scary, and Stefan couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the beautiful, confident girl he had met not so long ago.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you, I just - I guess I got jealous when you kept going on about that girl you liked. I really like you, and even though you don't feel the same I don't want that to ruin our friendship and-"

"What?" Stefan questioned, frowning. Had he not made it clear the girl he liked was her? He literally described her, and he was constantly flirting with her.

"I'm sorry for not speaking to you, and I hope I haven't scared you by telling you, I just thought that you should know"

Stefan shook his head. He loved Becky, but he was slowly coming to the conclusion that she was a bit ditzy. "Becky, the girl I like is you, bloody hell could I not have made that clearer already?"

"What?"

Stefan groaned "the girl I like is you. It's always been you, the one I mentioned when we first met was to try make you jealous, which clearly didn't work so I tried to make it obvious that I liked you, shit was it really not obvious?"

Becky rolled her eyes and laughed "It really wasn't, god no offense but guys are idiots"

Stefan frowned "nah, you're just ditzy. You're still cute though"

Becky blushed and looked away, which was adorable.

"Back to the elephant in the room though, why did you do this?"

Becky sighed again. "Well, I feel stupid now. I just, I was feeling really depressed and I've got an eating disorder which I think contributed to getting so drunk and made everything worse considering I drank so much. I can't believe how casually I just said that I barely talk to anyone about how I feel"

"Maybe you should talk to people more" Stefan suggested, hoping that he wasn't overstepping. "Sorry, if I'm pushing boundaries, but therapy worked well for me. It's not always for everyone though"

"I'll have a think about it. Thank you and I'm sorry you had to see me like that. Thank you for finding me" Becky smiled at him.

"It's okay, I'm always there if you need me Becks, but please don't do that again. There are helplines and people to talk to if you need them. You are never alone and so many people care about you"

"Thank you" Becky responded and burst into tears.

Stefan didn't hesitate to hug her and tell hereverything was okay. He hoped that she never felt that low again, because the unfortunate truth was that there wasn't always people around and one day people might not find her before it was too late.