Save Me.

Chapter 1

I sat up and my clothes rustled. Looking around, I was in a paper gown in a hospital and my arms had a strong  aching throb shake through them every time my heart pulsed. I was in an unfamiliar wing of the hospital, I was in the ER.

I looked down at my wrists, confused. As memories of the night before flooded in, I drew my knees up and rubbed my head with my hands. I groaned, remembering th  pain I had inflicted on my wrists. My eyes starts  to tear up and I drew in a few deep breaths before calming down. Then,   remembered the boy, how he had told me to keep my eyes open and how I had cried in front o  him. I remembered how I had felt emotions and I looked at my knees, back to feeling lonely and sad. I tried to feel happy that I was  alive, by  I wish he had left me there to die. It would have  been so much easier.

I heard my door crack open and the boy stepped in, shutting the door then turning back again to stare at me. "Why," escaped my lips.

"Why what."

I thought. I had many questions by  I settled on "Why were you in my house?"

"I was stealing," staring at me.

"How do you know I won't tell anyone," I said, raising an eyebrow, knowing I wouldn't actually tell even if he turned out to be a jerk.

"I saved you..." he said.

Anger began to bubble in me. "No you stopped me from dying. That's usually saving, but for me, I wanted to die. I wanted to leave this Hell Hole we live in and die. Why'd you save me?"

He seemed very uncomfortable. "Um, I'm not sure. I though that talking to you would help me tell, but I just don't know."

I sat in silence, looking at bandaged wrists. "Now its my turn to ask you, why we're you going to?"

I fired a hot glare at him. "I have nothing but loneliness and sadness in me. I only have my family, and that's a lot, by  not enough to pull me out of the pit I have dug myself into. By  when I heard you down stairs, I felt fear, then all the emotions came back. By  now they'd  gone and-" I stopped as his eyes met mine. The emotions tumbled in. "What are you doing? stop it!" I yelled, startled.

"I am not-"

"Leave!" I screamed, covering my ears. I began to cry and my head felt sadness and fear an  happiness and anger claw my skull.

He was startled, but didn't leave. "LEAVE!" I screamed.

His face laced with concern as he got closer. When he did, the emotions began to fade and seemed to move away. Then they were gone, replaced by some electric adrenaline and comfort. I looked up at him and his face was drawn in pain. "I-I am sorry for making you feel this. This is-is h-h-horrible." He clenched his teeth and began to groan a bit. I wanted so bad to be there for him. I hardly knew him. I was confused.

His face relaxed, his eyes closing. "This might sound crazy, but I can control emotions. I can't create them, but I can manipulate them, so I just took your pain and put it into some moaners outside the walls. You can create more pain, but the most of it is gone." He opened his eyes, breathing out.

I believed him but I whispered,"You're crazy..."

"No, listen I need to show y- wait, you believe me."

I looked him in the eye. "I need to rest, please, you're hurting me" I said. My emotions were scattered and loosely strung.

"Ok, I will come back later. We need to talk. Now please sleep." He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

He left and I stared at the ceiling. What just happened.