*trigger warning*
It's not too bad, but yaaaa
Okay, here goes:
Lacey's POV
"Bye Lace! Love you! Tell Sammy I said bye!" Beth exclaimed, being dragged out of Sam's house by her boyfriend.
I said my goodbyes in return before going into Sam's room.
I stopped short when she was nowhere to be seen. I came back out, wondering if Sam went into the kitchen but stopped short when I heard shuffling in the bathroom.
"Sammy?" I whispered, knocking lightly on the door. I jumped back in surprise when something from the other side slammed into the door.
"Leave me alone! I just need to be left alone," the last sentence was a whimper, which was enough to make me pry open the door.
Sam was continuing an incoherent stream of words, most likely trying to keep the door closed.
This bathroom isn't small. Like, at all. I take in the floor; it's covered, and I mean, covered, in water and blood. I glance at the bathtub, steaming and filled with water and blood. I take it all in, tears burning like fire in my eyes.
I turn around to face Sam who was still leaning against the wall.
"I-I hate- ugh I just hate...I need more." Sam started, leaning to grab a bottle of hard liquor.
"Sam stop." I demanded, scolding my voice for shaking.
Sam rose from her spot on the ground and staggered towards me. I kept a straight face as she came up to my face.
"Honey, can you see it's too late to say that?" She slurred, chuckling as she took another swig from the bottle.
"Sam no. I'm calling-dear Jesus! Sam!" I shouted, not being able to hold the tears in anymore.
Sam cried out in pain finally as she landed harshly on the tie by my feet.
"Don't call, please," she whimpered, before going limp and resting her head on my feet.
"Sam, oh my little Sammy..." I look down at her, my hot tears landing in her wet hair. I never imagined Sam, someone who might as well have been my little sister, passed out at my feet.
In a daze I watched the paramedics rest Sam on a stretcher and load her into a ambulance. I hopped into the vehicle, letting them know I was her best friend.
*3 hours later*
I have spent the last three hours trying to figure out why she was self harming.
I noticed her parents are never home.
I noticed her brother was kicked out.
She talked about her older sister all the time, man she loved her sister. One day, her sister blew up on her and screamed that Sam never meant anything to her and that she was worthless and Sam was damned to go to hell.
Well, if I were Sam, that would do it.
We weren't able to get ahold of her parents until just a couple minutes ago, and they said they were in their way.
I've been soothing Beth ever since she got here, beating herself up for going with her boyfriend.
"Is there a Lacey out here? A Lacey....Lake?" The nurse called from the operating doors. I stood immediately, sharing confused glances with Beth.
"Ms. Lake, Samantha would like to see you."
I followed her into Sam's room. Well, almost. The nurse stopped just outside the door and turned to me.
"Lacey, I want to tell you, you saved Samantha. And-"
"Um, I'm sorry, but please don't call her Samantha, it brings back bad memories," I explained politely.
"Yes of course, I'm sorry. Well, you saved Sam. If you hadn't been there, if you had left with Beth like she wanted you to, well, Sam would have bled out. It seems like she knew what she was doing with the hot water and cuts. I mean, you do know what hot water does right? It pulls the blood out faster and-"
I nodded curtly, not wanting to relive the experience.
"I'm proud of you Lacey, without you, she would have died, and I am forever grateful you were there."
I looked up at the nurse, smiling half heartedly. Taking this as her cue, she opened the door for me to see my 'little sister'.
Upon my entrance, Sam sat up. I held back a gasp, she looked terrifying. She lost a LOT of blood when she tried to..you know.
Nearing her bed, I grabbed her hand. "Sammy..."
"Shut up. Just shut up," she whispered eerily. She shifted her gaze from the wall to me.
"What?" I was beyond confused.
"I said SHUT UP you BITCH!!! Why would you call the ambulance?! Thought you were helping?! Huh?! Is that what you thought? Thought your little Sammy needed help!"
I. Couldn't. Move. With every word she spoke it felt like a stab to the heart. Her grasp on my hand tightened with every sentence, cutting off circulation to my fingertips.
"Well guess what? I don't need help. I need to die. I deserve to die. I was happy, lying in that bathtub, you know that? I was making my sister happy. That's all that matters to me. But because of you, I'll never be able to make her happy again. You mother fucking ass. I'm never going to be happy again. Because of you. You don't deserve to live if all your going to do is hurt people like this Lacey. Yea, you may have 'saved' me, but as far as I'm concerned, you killed me internally. And I hate you for it. I hate you, so bloody much."
A single tear streamed down my face as I stared into her empty eyes. I twisted my hand out of her hold, hating that the stream of tears were steadily increasing.
"Okay."
That's all I said before I left her room, left the hospital, and ran back to my house.
My phone was blowing up with notifications. I glanced at them as I stepped into my house.
Mom: I'm going to be home late honey, there's pizza in the fridge if you want some. I love you darling.
I screamed out loud, "I don't eat you friggen idiot!!"
At this point, tears were streaming down my face uncontrollably.
Beth: LACEY WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?
Beth: Lace, tell me where you are. Right. Now.
Luke: lace? Are you okay? Beth just told me about what happened.
Beth: Lacey Rachel. Answer your phone.
Beth: I'm going into Sam's room right now, I'll tell you how it goes.
Luke: Lacey. Where are you?
Luke: I'm coming over.
Beth: she just told me what she said to you. I'm so sorry lace. I have no idea where you went, but I'm goin to your house. Be there in a bit, I have to take the bus. Unlike you, I can run across town in half an hour (;
I set my phone down just for it to buzz one last time.
Sam: remember what I told you, you murderer. Do every one a favor.
My phone slipped out of my hands, my body going completely numb. I walk through my house, anxiously turning on the hallway light, making my way to the bathroom.
I don't turn on the light when I close and lock the door.
YOU ARE READING
What This Is
Short StoryShe cannot be fixed. He knows this. But he will try to fix her anyways. He doesn't believe he's perfect. She knows this. But she will try to make him feel it anyways. They only have each other. They just don't know it yet.
