Saving Rose

Savior

It takes a while for my next visitor. Although I enjoy spending time with everyone individually, I kind of wish I could hurry up and see everyone already. I'm not sure who's next.

Suddenly, a question pops into my head. I wonder who saved my life. Who found me. Who thought to come after me. Was it Jaime? Was he the first one to realize that they shouldn't have let me go into the forest? Whoever it is, if it weren't for that one person, I'd be dead.

I should have asked him. Why didn't I think of that? I'm such an idiot. It could have been anyone.

The door flies open, interrupting my thinking. I look up just as Oli closes the door and give him a friendly smile. He looks like he hasn't slept in a while. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are red. He looks terrible, but not as bad as Jaime and Austin, now that I think about it. They looked a bit worse.

He walks up to me, looking at my arms. He's silent, staring at the tubes and bandages.

"Did Jaime or Austin tell you everything?" He asks, and I immediately shake my head.

"Who found me?" I ask him, and he gives me a smile.

"I did. Jaime and I went to look for you. I thought you were dead. You were covered in blood," he says, sounding stressed out. So it was him.

"You're not doing that again, fucking trying to kill yourself," he says, almost glaring at me. I sigh. This is just like Austin's angry rant. What, am I supposed to apologize to them for trying to kill myself? I thought they would understand a little better than this.

"Don't give me that look," he says, and I become confused. I wasn't giving him a 'look.'

"Listen, Oli, I already had this conversation with Austin." I say, but he still looks upset.

"Promise me you won't try again." He says suddenly, and I close my eyes. I can't make any promises.

He seems to understand, moves closer to me.

"I don't like not knowing if you're alive or not, whenever you're alone. It's not the only way out. You have NO idea how scared you made us all. Jaime, I swear if you died he'd die too," Oli says, and I shake my head. But homestly, part of me believes him.

"He would," Oli urges, and I nod sadly. "I didn't think I mattered that much," I manage to choke out, and Oli pulls me close and gives me a much needed hug.

"You do. You matter to all of us. I know it's been said many times, but we love you. We all do. Believe it or not, I know we'd all cry at your funeral if you didn't live. I care about you a lot. You're kinda like a sister to me. Don't you EVER think you're not loved," Oli says, and I can tell he's being 100% honest right now. How the hell did I get these people in my life?