I Just Wanted A Friend

Chapter 5

"Izzy?" I asked, looking down at her limp body. I put two fingers on her wrist, checking for a pulse. Shock coursed through my body when I didn't feel anything, but then I felt a light beating. She had a heartbeat, but it was slow. She needed to be in the hospital. "Mother." I said as icily as I could. "Call 911."

"You don't tell me what to-."

"Do you want your daughter to die!" I yelled, obviously shocking mother. I never raised my voice, but this was different. I wasn't going to let the only person I loved, and that loved me, die. No way, no how. She stepped backwards towards the stairs. Her mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. "Mother! You can do that later! She's going to die!" I looked to father. He turned to face mother.

"What have you done to your own daughter?" He asked, putting all blame on her.

"Me? You’re the one that told her our plans! It's your fault she stabbed herself!" Mother replied back.

"You stabbed the little whore! You almost killed her, so Isabella Marie tried to kill herself! It's your fault she's laying there!" He screamed loudly. I stared at them in awe. They were fighting about who was to blame, when their daughter was dying! Wincing in pain, I stood and ran up the stairs. I quickly found the phone and dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The lady asked.

"My sister is lying in the basement. She stabbed herself. She's only 7. She has a heartbeat, but it's very slow. We need an ambulance." I let it all out in a rush.

"An ambulance is on its way. Why did she stab herself? Where are your parents? How old are you? What's your relation to the little girl?"

"She stabbed herself because she thought I was dead. My parents are to blame, and their downstairs fighting over who’s to blame. I'm eleven years old, and she is my little sister. I have to go now. Izzy needs me." I started to hang up but the lady interrupted with another question.

"Why are your parents to blame? Do they abuse you guys? Are you hurt?" If I told her they abused me, they'd take me! Oh I wish they would-. No. Izzy is not staying here by herself.

"They hurt Izzy. I got stabbed in the stomach trying to take the knife. Can you guys take her away? They don't hurt me and I want to finish school."

"We can take her into foster care. We will have to do weekly check-ups on you though. If we find one mark, you'll be out of there too."

"Okay. I really need to go now, and I can hear the sirens. Thank you."

"Okay Hun. Please be safe baby." That was all she said, and then line went dead. They’re going to take her! Just then, a man in an EMT uniform burst through the door and looked at me.

"Where’s the little girl? Why is there blood on your shirt? Are you hurt too? Where are your parents?" He asked all at once.

"She's downstairs, in the basement, with my parents. I got stabbed in the stomach, but I'm fine. Izzy needs help, she's barely breathing." With that said they ran down the stairs. A woman came in the house and ran up me.

"Are you the girl I talked to on the phone?" It sounded exactly like the woman I talked to on the phone.

"Y-yes," I replied questioningly. "Why?"

"You told me that you got stabbed and then that you were fine. I came to see for myself." She lifted up my shirt. Surprising us both, was a deep, nasty, bleeding wound from the beginning of my ribs to my belly button. I couldn't feel it, but it looked like it hurt, so I started crying, silently. "Dear lord!" She gasped. "Kevin! Get another gurney!" She yelled out the door.

Once I was placed on the gurney and strapped in, someone put a bandage across my stomach. The other man came up with Izzy strapped tightly in the gurney, and a breathing mask attached to her face. The sight of her like this caused my eyes to form tears, but I wouldn't cry. I had to be strong for her. The lady from the phone came and climbed in the ambulance.

"My name is Alisha, by the way. What's your name?" She reached out her hand to place on my forehead. I instinctively flinched away, and she brought her hand back down to her lap. "I-I'm sorry, I wouldn't hurt you."

"No. I'm sorry, I know you won’t. My name is Emilie." My voice cracked halfway through my sentence and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"That's a beautiful name-." She was cut off by wailing screams, followed by harsh language.

"We didn't stab out baby! We could never do that to Isabella Marie!" Mother yelled as the EMT's closed the doors. She yelled over and over for Izzy to wake up. She was still heard through the closed doors.

"Shut up! She's not going to wake up! She's dead! Just like the other one! You killed the only daughter we loved!" Father yelled at mother. Even though I had heard it all before, his comment still caused me to take a sharp intake of breath, and another tear to roll down my cheek.

"Oh Emilie! How could you want to stay here?" Alisha asked with her eyes full of worry.

"I have to. I can't-. I won’t back down. I have to do this for me." I reached over and took Izzy's hand in mine. At least she's safe now.

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