Suicide Watch

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Temi POV

Isa and I take the first flight back early the next morning. It's cold and way too early. Isa and I barely exchange words as we pack up things and make our way to the airport in an Uber.

I don't hear from my mom or Sophie before we leave. Not even a call or a text goodbye. But I'm too tired to care about all that right now.

Isa and I get onto the plane and I instantly fall asleep the second I am in my seat.

Thankfully, the flight is brief, and we arrive back in my city soon enough. The moment we arrive back in my apartment, I head to my room, falling asleep to the sound of Isa shuffling around in the living room.

When I wake up, everything is dark. I check my time to see it is 8pm. I somehow slept through the entire day.

I rise slowly from my bed, feeling groggy and extremely disoriented. As if on cue, my stomach rumbles loudly and I slowly make my way out of my room.

The first thing I see is Isa. She is sprawled out on the couch, with her mouth slightly open, and seems to be in deep sleep. It looks kind of comical, but I can tell she's exhausted. A feeling of guilt runs through me. After all, it's my fault that she's as tired as she is. I know how exhausting it is dealing with my stubborn self.

I continue to watch Isa for a little while longer. Oddly enough, her face looks relaxed. She doesn't have the set expression that she usually has when she's awake. I wonder what she's dreaming about, or if she's even dreaming at all. I wonder if she gets nightmares.

She is lying on her back, with her long hair sprawled out behind her head like a dark halo. It looks soft and, for a moment; I wonder if it feels as soft.

A rumbling in the pit of my stomach immediately reminds me of why I left my room in the first place.

Silently, I make my way over to the kitchen, deciding to make a meal of some sorts. Cooking is not at all my strong suit and I'm very aware of this as I move around the cupboards, searching for something easy to make.

I come across pasta and decide I'd warm up some pasta sauce to go with it. Simple enough.

I immediately get to work. I boil the water in a pot and pour enough pasta for Isa and me into it.

I move on to heat up the pasta sauce, thinking it should be easy enough, but I'm instantly proven wrong when out of nowhere a burst of flames rises from the stove.

"Fuck!" I yell as I jump back, narrowly avoiding getting burned.

"Temi!" I hear Isa yell from the next room.

The fire alarm in my apartment is blaring and I can barely think straight amongst all the commotion. I am fixated on a spot, staring transfixed at the fire in front of me that only seems to grow by the second.

In a second, Isa is in the kitchen. She takes one look at me, and another at the fire in front of me and immediately springs into action. I watch as she runs over to the stove and somehow puts out the fire, resolving my fuck up.

"Temi, are you okay?" Isa asks, now facing me. Her long hair is spread out in all directions around her head, and she's panting slightly, but still her eyes are fixed on me. Searching my face intensely. Her eyes are wide, but with a red tint of sleep in them.

I don't know what to say and instead start giggling. I am very aware of how much of a maniac I look like right then, but I can't seem to stop myself from laughing.

Isa, on the other hand, isn't laughing. Instead, her eyes are fixed on my arm. She comes closer to me, taking my left arm in her hand gently.

"Temi, you got burned," her voice is soft. "Luckily, it's not so bad, so we wouldn't need to take you to a hospital.