When LOVE and DEATH Collide

Chapter 8 - I need help

"A little help will do, but I guess it's a big thing to you" – Katie

I was admitted in the hospital for more than a week because my mom wants to be sure that my head did not crack or even become disorganized. I feel fine; it is as if it was my first time to be hurt. I don't go to school in an instance I took the chance to at least rest my head and myself with what happened. Can I at least don't get to involve other people when I wanted to end my life or even try not to accept help to end my life as soon as possible? Time will do that for me, I have to be patient.

After three days of rest, I'm now in school. I was at the school's president administrator office for some questioning about the incident. I thought it was done already and the verdict was been given which is expelling those brats. But she said that I need someone who can prove that it was them who did this to me and that I don't voluntarily go there all by myself for some initiation or cat fights. What the fridge!!

"Who's going to stand by me, to prove that they are the ones who truly are responsible for this messed?" I was murmuring that when I left the office. My head hurt a little may be because of too much thinking. I keep on walking without looking to where I was heading when suddenly I bumped into a thick mess, but before I land on the floor someone holds my waist tight.

"Ouch! What the –" I didn't continue what I was about to say because it was Mr. Confidence who catch me before I fall.

"Can you at least look at where you where heading, you're a walking disaster Ms. Collins, please just learn to get away from where I am." He said that to me with hatred I can sense. Now what did I do to him? Is he out of his mind, how can I get away when we were in the same school, same class and building. Maybe he was still mad because of his friends. I don't know what other things to do with that. Oh wait, he can help me with this.

"I know you're mad at me, but I need your help!" he shifts his mood from angry look to a fierce one.

"Help? From what??" should I tell him?

'of course you should' my conscience butt in.

"Yeah, I need your help, because you were the one who saw what happened to me and brought me to the hospital, you can at least explain to the administrator about the incident. You were the only hope I have on this matter." I was nearly begging, which is I forgot to do years ago.

"Wow! So I'm going to help you for my friends to be kicked out permanently?? Why am I going to do that? I'd already helped you when you're about to die, maybe that's enough." He was about to turn his back but I tried to stop him.

"I'm really thankful because you do help me with my dying stage, but let's admit that it's not my time yet that is why you're there to rescue me. I live for today until death consume me, but the thought of living means doing what I should do and stop when I'm done with this cruel life. I don't want to get any help though but this time it was needed and you're the only one I know who can help. I know the feeling of deserting your friends when you don't want it the most, I won't force you to help me if you don't want. Thanks anyways." I didn't know that I was crying, well what's new I've been hardheaded but I've never been a tough girl, I always escape reality and ended up choosing to end life. I turn my back on him and didn't wait for him to speak, maybe what I'm asking for is too much and I can't push him to do that. Let what happen, happen and I will just play it by ear.