Bipolar

Chapter Sixteen.October Marshall

I can't get a hold of Rob. Why is he ignoring me? I thought while walking my way to my day-job. I turned the sharp corner into the clothing store. I waved towards Anne at the desk and walked past her into the back of the store. "October, dear. Can you help Mrya at the back, do the tagging?", I honestly didn't need Mrya's pig-headedness at this very moment. Everyone I love is dying. I nodded, ignoring my own feelings and continuing off to the back.

"Hey octavious!", I rolled my eyes and grabbed the Metallica t-shirt she held out for me.

"Too bad about Tristion aye? I actually was starting to like him", was this getting normal for her? SHE IS RIDICULOUS!

"Yeh... I didn't see you at the funeral though. Where were you?", she grimaced the same time I did.

"I was helping with Rob's dad's case. You know how close we were", she batted her eyelashes and I felt like puking. Why is it always with the older men?

"Yeh... speaking of Rob, Have you seen him? He's been ignoring me all day",

"Little bitch", she mumbled under her breath. I flinched slightly while anger flared inside me. Luckily the new meds seemed to let me control that part of me.

"No, I haven't seen him", she finally answered. I inhaled slowly.

Don't let her get to you, don't let her get to you.

I chanted over and over.

I pictured Anne's face, wrinkled cheeks, rosy ones that hang down from her face, calm, light brown eyes. Warm.

Inhale. Exhale.

I opened my eyes to see Mrya still pratting about how idiotic Rob is.

"-and last week. Wait for it. HE CALLED ME STUPID",

She shook my shoulders lightly while I put the next tag on a pair of khakis.

"Honestly, Myra. I think he thinks everyone is stupid", I swear this girl would comit homicide to be able to win a word battle with him.

"Hmpf. Well he sure as hell doesn't think you are", I gave her a stare that questioned her sanity. I pointed at myself.

"I'm being ignored. Remember?", she muttered something before grabbing the next shirt.

"Do you seriously don't see that he has a thing for you?", she said out of nowhere.

My heart stuttered and I gripped back onto reality.

"No he doesn't. If he did, then he'd be right here with me. Wouldn't he?", it made me feel a pang of annoyance that he kept wanting it to happen and then for him to just leave. I was so mad at him, part of me wishes that I knew where he was and the other wishes he would crawl off and die in a hole. That night after work I curled up in bed and wondered if I was the reason for Robert's disappearance. I wondered what he was doing. I cradled my stomach, trying to hold myself together and walked to my window, staring at the starry night.

I woke up the next morning to the blaring sound of sirens. My ears were ringing and I peeked out the window to see Rawiri being carried out on a stretcher to an ambulance. I stumbled and sprinted out the door. I was yelling to tell the ambulance 'Stop, please!' but no one listened. I collapsed and cried. Has Rawiri died? I would be alone. I attempted calling Robert but as I suspected he didn't answer. Instead I hopped into Rawiri's car and drove to the hospital. And when the nurse told me where his room was I sprinted through the corridors. And found him unconscious with tubes in his nose and hands. My breath was heavy and tight. I looked at the monitor beside his bed and his heart was still beating steadily. What had happened.