suicide girl and biker boy

Chapter 3 - YOU COULD'VE DIED, RIA!

Zayden

When do we finally meet again, Ria?

Me

I don't know maybe when I'll get back from school today on the street? Maybe on a other day somewhere outside. Plus I don't really know you. Why should I meet up with a stranger, which has picked me up on the way home, and literally kidnapped me?!

Zayden

Because this "stranger" is hot ;) Moreover, he's a biker and this man did kind of saved you.

Me

I didn't need to get saved! Neither was I trying to kill myself and nor I tried to get killed on purpose.

Zayden

But you wouldn't have cared if you got killed! YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL so it would be a waste. And I'm sure you're a good person as well. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE !

Me

Aww you're cute. What if I would try to kill myself right now? While we are chatting? ;)

Zayden

Woah, girl stop. Don't do it darling. Don't try to provoke me, you don't know how good my stalking skills are ;)

Me

Okay, I won't do it. At least not now, nor today. I have to pay attention to class. Bye.

Zayden

Naw do I distract you, haha. Yeah you should probably, bye have a good school day.

I put my phone on the desk and watch the math teacher talking about some mathematical stuff.

As the teacher keeps explaining, those stupid girls behind me start shit-talking about me. One of them takes a Scissor, leans forward but I evade the "attack" by bending to the left side, turning around, with one of my hand pulling her up by the neck of her shirt and with the other stealing her weapon and laying it back on her work place. I just give her an annoyed gaze. Then I just put her on the chair where she came from. Her friends are looking confused, for the reason that I didn't defend the last times they were trying to do that. The teacher was staring at us for a few seconds before continueing his teaching.
Break starts. I'm talking with myself. No I don't talk aloud so everybody can hear it. I quietly stare at the walls.

 Thinking about the things I wish to happen but they never will. I want to have friends. They wouldn't dare to leave me. In fact they'd love to do soooo much things with me. I want someone to love. I want to get love from someone. A special person. Which I think about alllllll daaay long. He should be able to listen to things I didn't tell anyone so far. Keeping these, secrets sharing his problems, trying to help me go through this fuckin life.
The next school lessons were boring. //(and not worth it to be written here)// After school did end I got to the train, the bus and then I had to walk home about 15 Minutes. The streets aren't really full with cars. So I start singing quietly one of my favorite songs. Of course that's to boring for me so I am stepping in the middle of street and dance. While keep going my way home. No I still don't care if something hitted me. Killed me. Or hurted me badly. I don't give a fuck about life. It's pretty worthless.

I'm drowning in my thoughts when I hear the sound of an engine. A Porsche I guess. I don't care about it and I still keep dancing the way to my house. I think he doesn't see me, does think I'll go away by myself or he doesn't care about me. Like everyone else... Well he doesn't slow down even though he's only like 50 metres/164 feet away from me.
I stop dancing and I just stand there, in the middle of the street. With a car speeding towards me.
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Maybe....
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Maybe it's time to go.
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Maybe I'll be finally released.
God I hope you're going to get me.
Please.
I don't want this anymore.
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10 seconds past then I can see the car clearly in front of me.
I didn't even flinch.
It hits me.
I don't know what's going to happen now but I hope I'll be gone by the next day.
If I'm not dead after that then my mum will definitely kill me. Soooo everything will be fine in the end. With these thoughts I smile and lose my consciousness.

Pov Zayden

I'm loosing patience. That girl didn't answer my last 5 messages. That's why I called her. But that also without success.
Then I drove in front of her house, the only people I saw were her mother, father, sisters and her brother. Everyone but her. Where the fuck is she? I know the way from the bus stop to her home so I'm gonna check there. As I drive this way I hold back some of my tears when I see that pretty girl blood covered laying on the hard floor. No, no, no, no, no. Please. Don't be dead. I jump down my bike, running and then kneeing next to her. I am praying that she's still alive. I put two fingers on her neck to check her pulse. A reliefed sigh escapes my mouth. I can feel a weak heart beat.
My phone immediately glides out of the pocket in the jacket and I call an ambulance.
As soon as we arrive in the hospital they rush in the op. I get ask who I am, what I saw, what exactly happened but I can't answer the last question cause I wasn't there. It's my fault. I wasn't there when she got injured. If had searched for her sooner she wouldn't have the risk to die now.
Damn I want to tell her: „You could've died, Ria!" But for that she has to wake up.