I Love You, So Much...I Mean It

Why Would She?!

When you wonder why someone would kill themselves, only the victim knows the true answer.
- Gunique (me)

~1 week later~

Mark's P.O.V

I woke up to a morning and wiped my eyes. Last week. I won't forget that. Especially what Barry said to me. And he is right. I have to move on and respect Georgia's choices. But I can't move on from her. Georgia is optimistic, caring and makes me laugh sometimes. I care for her. I love her.

I got out of bed and made myself some breakfast after getting dressed. And while eating it, I couldn't get Georgia off my mind. She doesn't care about the haters, she loves being around my friends and family. She comforted me through times of death and sorrow and I did the same for the times she was beaten by fans or crying badly.

I looked at the diary that she had those erotic notes in. After thinking about it, it doesn't sound like her to write this in a personal manner. Like, I know she has written erotic stuff but only on professional basis. Now that I look at the writing carefully, it doesn't even look like her writing!

I go into Georgia's room and I found a note saying 'Smile for everyone' and compared the note to the erotic entries.

The handwriting doesn't quite match! The difference is that you can never tell the a's and o's apart in Georgia's handwriting since she writes with four fingers and smudges with pen. On the entries, I can tell the a's and o's apart by a big shot.

How could I have been so stupid?!

I put her note back where I found it that is when I realised that she forgot to pack something. A tiny box. Not Tiny Box Tim, her ring box. I opened the box to find her heart ring inside. The ruby heart shined in the sunlight as I looked at it. I closed the box and put it in my pocket.

I picked up my phone and called up her phone. It rang three times and still no answer. That is quite unusual, unless she was taking a shower of course. But she showers in the evening rather than morning so shower is off the list.

So why isn't she answering her phone? I hung up and called her again. She could be sleeping and I am bothering her sleep. But the phone just kept on ringing.

I walked over to my car and drove over to Dan and Barry's place. I used the car speaker to ring up Dan. He picked up his phone and his voice echoed through the car.

"Hey Mark, what's up?"
"Where's Georgia?"
"She is at our place. Why?"
"I tried ringing her phone and she isn't picking up her phone"
"Is that strange?"
"She has an iPhone, of course it's strange!"
"I'm coming to the house"
"I'm on my way"

I hung up the phone and kept driving until I reached the house. I ran to the door and knocked three times, hoping for her to answer.

She didn't.

This is not good! I turned the knob to find it is locked. Maybe Georgia forgot her phone and went for a walk. But I then saw a light switched on. It looked like the bathroom and Georgia usually turns off the bathroom light when she stayed with me. She would do the same no matter where she was. I rung up Dan again and he answered.

"Mark, are you at the house?"
"Yes but the door is locked"
"Which one?"
"The main one"
"That shouldn't be the case. Barry and I are on our way"
"Hope it doesn't sound rude but I am going to have to break into your house"
"Why?"
"I have a bad feeling about this"
"If you are that impatient, then go ahead"
"Thanks Dan"

I saw a window and I broke the window using rocks that I found. I don't care what it looked like I was doing, I had to get through. I finally shattered the window and climbed through, avoiding glass on my hands. I went with my instinct and ran up to the bathroom. The door was shut and I turned the knob.

Locked. Are you serious now?!

I rammed the door as hard as I could and I eventually broke the lock. I fell onto the tiles but stood back up only to find a horror I didn't want to see.

Georgia was lying in the bathtub. Covered in blood with a knife on the floor.

"Georgia! No!" I cried

I ran to her body and pulled her out of the tub. I laid her on the floor and tried to stop the bleeding that was on her arms. There weren't many cuts which means I have enough material to heal her wounds. But that also means that she felt that she needed to die so painfully.

"Why Georgia?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" I yelled out loud

The White dress she was wearing was stained with blood and her hair was tipped with the same blood. I checked her heartbeat. She had one, but it was not strong. I wrapped the wounds with a final layer and carried her bridal style out of the bathroom. I hope she hasn't lost too much blood. I hope she isn't in a coma! Oh god!

"Stay alive Georgia! Do it for me! Please!"

I unlocked the main door and ran into the car. I laid Georgia on the back seats and I buckled up to drive. I called Dan and he answered

"Mark?"
"Dan, you need to go to the hospital!"
"Why? What has Georgia done?"
"She....she just committed suicide!!"
"Oh f**k, we are heading there right now!"

Dan hung up the phone and I drove as fast as I could. I took a quick glance at Georgia would was not moving in the car.

Her facial expressions didn't change.

Her eyes didn't open.

"Georgia, please stay strong! Don't die on me! I'm begging you!"
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Georgia, no! What's going to happen?! Why did Georgia do this?! This was one big surprise but the sad part is that I had this idea the day before I found out about Daniel Kyre's suicide. Something tells me that I had a psychic moment.

Thanks and Smilies!