Finding a Way to You (Book One of The Finding Series, going through revision)

Chapter 9

Jamie' POV

I walked into Becca's room and looked at her weak form. If it weren't for me she would be dead right now. The room was sterile. The smell of the hospital was over powering. She had been moved to a regular room over an hour ago, and on the fourth floor too. She looked like she had just woken up from a long sleep and her eyes were half opened, half closed. She looked at me and gave a soft smile. Her skin was the same pale olive color it had been when I had found her. An IV was in her right arm, bright red blood flowing through the lines.

"Jamie? Why did you save me?" She asked in almost inaudible whisper. I looked at her admiring her beautiful features. Her gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled like crystal. Her lips, oh her lips how I wish they were on mine. I wish I could taste the inside of her mouth and wrap my arms around her and keep her safe. "Jamie?" My thoughts broke as she spoke my name. I turned my gaze to her and began admiring her again. "Yes, Becca?" I responded.

"Why did you save me?" She asked weakly.

I sighed greatly and ran my hand through my messy blond locks. I decided not to answer her question but ask her one. One that was tugging at my mind. "Why did you want to die?" She stared at me, looking down at my shirt, her red blood completely soaked through my plain alabaster Polo. She turned her gaze to the window, looking out into at the now setting sun. "I'm tired of living. There isn't anything to live for anymore, Jamie. I make life miserable for everyone else. It would be better if I was gone, wouldn't it?" A tear runs down her bony cheek, leaving a streak as it goes down the pitiful structure. My heart breaks at her not wanting to live. It hurts me so bad, and I wish she would open up to me and tell me what happens.

"No, it wouldn't. You know why? Cause Satan would win! Satan doesn't win Becca! God does! I don't know why you're hurting or why you don't trust me, but God does and HE wants to take whatever pain or suffering you have away."  

She rolls her eyes and throws her hand to her face and grunts."God, you're just like Rachel. You think you know everything but you don't. If God loved me I wouldn't be laying in the freaking hospital bed. I wouldn't go through hurt everyday and my parents would love me!!" She screams out and my eyes widen. I never suspected this. I knew her mom was rude and all, but I didn't know that she thought her parents hated her. This is sad. 

I couldn't say anything else. So I stood up and began walking to the door. Before I stepped out, she said something. 

"Jamie?" She said, her eyes burning into my skull. I quickly circled around to face her. A slight smile on her pale but perfect face. 

"Yes, Bec?" She blushed at my attempt of a nickname and let out a small chuckle. 

Her eyes turned serious for a second, then they swapped to grateful. 

"Thank you for saving me." She said and with that I swiftly walked out of the dreadful hospital room.

Becca's POV

 I could feel myself slipping farther and farther into darkness. Whoever picked me up is very strong. I could feel the the muscles flexing as they carried me down the stairs. I felt my body falling more and more into the unknown abyss and right before I completely lost consciousness, I saw the prettiest pair of blue eyes, and I knew then who my rescuer was. I was bamboozled at how and why he found me. How did he even know I was in trouble? I knew that as soon as I came to I would have to ask him why he saved me. 

When I awoke, I was in the ER of course, with dozens of doctors and nurses surrounding my, poking and prodding my badly damaged body. They told me that it was a miracle I survived and that I had lost a lot of blood.