The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 16

Samara's P.O.V

Ty gets his head stitched up. We finished talking, and making out. The nurse felt bad breaking us apart, but it had to be done.

Meanwhile, his mom, and my sister are lecturing me about the importance of life. I try to tune them out, but I know they're right. I should have never tried to kill myself.

They discharge me that night. They tell me I have to attend consulting to avoid another suicide attempt. I resist, but I agree after Ty says he will go with.

Walking to Ty's car Ty turns, and says to his mother,"I want to stay with Samara tonight."

"Ty, it's a school night, and I really don't feel comfortable with it." She answers, and I feel my heart sink. I really don't want to be alone tonight. Georgia will be there, but I still want him to come.

"Please mom? I promise nothing will happen." Ty pleas again like a small child wanting a toy. "Please?" He says and we stop right in front of the car. HeThe front looks really bad, but I'm just glad they are okay.

"Yeah, Ms James, I'll make sure nothing happens." Georgia puts in, and she finally agrees. Like Georgia will be responsible. Then again, she saved my life, so I owe her that much.

We drive home with Ty in the backseat. Georgia is driving, and talking about how she will still be captain of the cheerleading squad even with a broken arm.

When we arrive at my house Georgia turns, and says, "Okay, do whatever you want. I don't care. Use protection though. I don't need a niece or nephew just yet." Ty gives a nervous chuckle, and we get out of the car.

"What time is it?" I ask, as I walk into my room.

"10:13" Ty answers, and sits down on my bed. "Are you tired?"

"Not really. I have to pee though" I answer.

He watches me closely, as I take off my sweater and go to the bathroom.

I almost pass out when I see it. This is where I almost died. What the hell was I thinking?

'Stupid bitch, you should have ended it. You can't do anything right.'

Ty's P.O.V

I sit on Samara's bed, and wait. I put my hands on my lap, and I feel something in my pocket. I take it out. It's the note. Samaras suicide note to be exact. I open it, and begin to read. The entire things is basically written to me. She writes that she's sorry, and that she loves me. She hopes to see me in heaven.

"What's that?" Samara asks coming out of the bathroom. "Oh no! Is that...?" I give a slight nod, and she sits down beside me.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Your safe, here, with me." I say and grab her hands that are folded in her lap. "I love you." She is staring at our intertwined hands. I can't stop staring at her scars.

"I love you too baby! I am so sorry, I was so stupid to do that!" She says looking up then back down. I lift her chin with two fingers, and our eyes lock. She leans in, and kisses me softly. I put one hand on her cheek, and the other intertwined with hers. We continue to kiss, but I want to take it further. Will she let me?

I let go of her hand, and Samara pulls me backward onto her bed, and we break apart. "Are you sure you want this?" I ask hoping the answer is 'yes.' I stare down at her, and she smirks before lifting her shirt over her head, and throwing it across the room.

"I want you," she replies. She pulls me down, and we start to kiss again. This time harder. Her tongue is in my mouth, and I can feel her smile against my lips. God I missed this!