The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 15

Ty's P.O.V

My head slams into the steering wheel, and my seat belt saves the rest of my body from anything else. The pain is immediate. When the world stops spinning I look over to my mom. She is in total shock of what just happened, but beside that she looks perfectly fine. The driver of the other vehicle backs up, and speeds away like nothing ever happened.

"Are you alright?" My mom asks looking at me wide-eyed. "Your head is bleeding."

"I'm fine mom." I lie. In reality the pain is almost killing me. I have the biggest headache right now. I unbuckle my seat beat, and open my car door to take a look at the damage.

"How does it look? Is it bad?" My mom asks getting out of the car.

"Not too bad the front is very banged up though." I explain, and head for the drivers side. "As long as nobody got hurt."

'Ty Alexander James, you are not driving. Get to the other side." She says disappointedly and takes the keys from me. I know she's right, and my fucking head. It's like an earthquake and tornado rolled into a tsunami.

We arrive at the hospital minutes later me, and my mom don't talk anymore, about my real father.

I burst through the doors, and I am immediately asked, "sir, are you alright?" By a nurse.

"Yeah, just peachy, I'm looking for a Samara Kissinger, do you know where she is?" I ask frantically. I'll worry about myself later. Right now I need to find her.

"Are you sure?" The nurse asks again.

"Positive!" I reply, and she leads me to room 103.

My mom is seeing what she can do about the car. But who's awake at 4am?

I wait outside the door, and prepare myself for what I am about to see. Slowly, I put my hand on the handle of the door. Then comes Georgia's voice.

"Ty?" I stop, and look at her. She is a total mess. Her makeup is smeared, and I can tell she has yet to sleep. "Ty, oh my god! What happened?" She asks looking at my head.

"Little bit of a car accident, I'm fine." I explain. "What happened to Samara? What happened to you?" Her arm is in a cast.

"She over-dosed on some sleeping pills. I don't know what's going on that's all they told me. We can't go in. She tried to kill herself Ty." She starts to cry, and I pull her into my arms. "I should have been there. I should hav-"

"You did everything you could, and I am so thankful that you were there" I say cutting her off. Her crying has increased, and can feel her tears through my shirt.

"I broke down the door, she was in the tub." I image Georgia, not a very big girl, trying to knock down a door."I broke my arm, but I saved her, or at least tried to. She left a note too."

I take the note, and decide not to read it right now. My mind is too jumbled. We sit down in chairs and wait for anyone or anything to happen.

***

We wait for two hours. This is killing me inside. The possibility that the girl I love is dead, makes me so sick, and Georgia pacing doesn't help either. "Georgia?" I ask, and she stops abruptly. "Why don't you sit, and sleep a little?" She shakes her head no then continues to pace.

"Have you heard anything?" My moms asks running towards us. She's still dressed in her nightgown, and slippers.

"No,we can't even go in there." Georgia says angrily. "That bitch of a nurse won't let me see my sister!" She slams her fist on the wall, and cries out in pain. I direct my attention to my mom then the floor.

"Have you called your parents yet?" My mom asks, I already know the answer to this one.

"Our parents don't like her..." Georgia explains.

My mom looks very confused then replies with "what do you mean? She's their daughter!"

"Do we really need to do this now?" I ask standing up the pain in my head has decreased but is still there. A nurse came by, and told me that she can stitch me up, but I told her no. "The girl I love could be fucking dead! Can we please just-"

"She's awake." I hear a unrecognizable voice say. I turn, and see a doctor standing in the doorway of her room. I feel myself become a little more relaxed.

"Thank you doctor," my mom says. He bows slightly, and leaves in the other direction the door closes behind him.

"Let's go talk to her!" Georgia says, and walks toward the room.

"Do you mind if I see her first... Alone?" I ask desperately.

"Oh, yeah, go ahead." She says embarrassed. She sits back down in a chair.

I open the door slowly. I walk into the room and I see her immediately. I don't know what I am going to say. I close the door quietly. She stares at me with her big beautiful eyes, and I realize that I missed her even more then I could describe. I pull up a chair beside her bed, and sit. I don't speak, and I see more scars on her arms then usual, along with an IV.

"Ty, I-" she starts, but I cut her off by leaping out of the chair, and kissing her. I close my eyes, and take her all in. The way she smells, her soft lips, her warm body. Her hands are in my hair, and mine are on her cheeks. Her tongue finds its way into my mouth, and we continue to kiss each other until I break away, and stare at her again.

"What the fuck?!" I shout at her. Her eyes remain wide, and beautiful, but I'm so angry. "What gives you any right-. I fucking-. I don't know! I don't fucking know, how you could do that," I say, and I am almost in tears. I run my hands through my thick hair, and walk back and forth.

"I'm-" she starts, but I cut her off again.

"You're what? Sorry?" I shout loudly, and stop pacing. I am crying now. "You're sorry you almost killed yourself? You're sorry I almost died on the way to the hospital? What are you sorry for?" I ask, and finally let her speak.

"I'm sorry for everything baby." She says, and starts to cry. "I'm so sorry."

"Samara, why did you do this? I love you so much." I finally sit, and grab her hand that is tangled up in wires. "Why can't you see that?"

"I see it, I do, but I don't know. I have never had anyone love me this much." She looks deep into my eyes.

"So, this is your solution? To kill yourself because I love you? That doesn't make a lot of sense." I whisper softly to her. I'm trying so hard to understand what's going on.

"Jillian called me a-" she begins. I know where this is going.

"I know what she said. David told me." I reply. I stop crying, and try to be strong. "But what does it matter?"

"I was in the hall when she said it. I went home, and thought more, and more about it, then I knew she was right. You are going to die, and I'll run out of reasons to live. Nobody needs me. I thought it would be easier to die now rather than later. " She is trying to fight back tears, but it's not working.

"No! Fuck! Do you know your sister saved your life? She needs you, and I still need you. You are what is keeping me alive." I start to cry again, as reality sets in."Don't give up on your life, just because mines almost over."