The metal shimmered in the light of the bathroom. I start to sob fearing what is about to happen. I think about everything that has happened. I think about everything that will happen. I press the blade further into my wrist and pull slightly. The skin starts to burn as a small puddle of red forms around the blade. I pull faster, then faster, until there is no room left to pull. I put my arm over the sink and squeeze my fingers. Blood gushes out in increasing amounts. My vision starts to go fuzzy as I lose blood and my muscles start to become increasingly limp so I sit on the ground. I hear footsteps in the hallway coming from the direction of the chorus room. A couple seconds later, Dylan is standing in the doorway. Through the blur of my eyes, I can see him rush towards me and kneel down. He says something but it sounds like we're underwater. He yells for help while holding my arm in an attempt to stop the blood but I slowly start to drift off to sleep. It feels like I'm in a coma again but instead of a dream, I'm reliving memories. Everything goes black. If it weren't for the fact I could still hear everything that's happening around me, I would have thought I was dead. Over the noise of nurses and doctors working, I can hear a small weeping voice in my ear saying, "Please don't die, just keep fighting." I can tell that it's Dylan, but why is he here, and why is he crying? It was quite clear he didn't like me. Regardless, he was there. After a couple minutes, my eyes start to open. I can see Dylan to my left, holding my hand and bowing his head while sobbing. He looks up as I start to move around.
"Your awake!" he shouts.
"Yeah. What does it matter to you?" I struggle to get out.
"It matters greatly to me!"
"Yeah, okay." I roll my eyes and look at him. In his face, I can see pain and grief on it. In an attempt to prove that he cares, he leans over and kisses me. Our lips press together. It feels even better than in the coma. It feels better than anything because this time, it's real. We stay like that for several minutes. When he pulls away he whispers in my ear,"I love you," and then leaves. A little later, a nurse walks in with the doctor to tell me what happened. They say that it's going to be a couple days before I can leave and that I should take it easy. The doctor also says that I'm lucky to be alive because I lost so much blood. As they walk out of the room, I ponder what happened between Dylan and I. Did he mean what he said? Was it a joke? Who could tell? When I got back to school, I could tell a lot of people were talking about me behind my back. As I walked down the hallways, I would see people give me dirty looks. When I got to my locker, Colin came up to me and pushed me.
"Hey fag want to make out and hold hands with me?" he joked. All of his ego derived friends started to laugh. Dylan started to walk over to help me up but Colin blocked him. "What the hell Dylan don't help him up."
"Guys a couple days ago he was medically pronounced dead from suicide because of shit like this and your going to make fun of him more?"
"Aww do you have feelings for him?"
"Maybe I do, what does it matter?"
"Huh huh boys looks like we got another faggot."
"Stop using that word!" Dylan exclaims shoving Colin. "You know your just envious that we have friends that will stick up for us."
"All of the guys behind me would back me up."
"No they wouldn't.
"Ye-," Colin started but was cutoff by a left hook from Dylan. Colin stumbled back and then fell down and stayed there, knocked out. All the guys that were laughing looked down at Colin, up at Dylan, turned, and ran away. Dylan turns around, walks over to me, and sticks his hand out. I grab and he helps me up.
"Why did you do that?" I ask.
"Cause I love you," he whispers. The three popular girls giggle and then run over to him.
"Hey can I get your number?" Jill asks.
"Sorry but I, um, you're not exactly my type."
"Oh well excuuuse us bitch." Dana says. They walk away and the bell rings. Dylan and I turn towards each other and stare into one another's eyes. They sparkle like the stars in space. He leans in and puts his mouth by my ear.
"If I'm late to class I want it to be for a good reason," he whispers. He leans back again and then takes a step forward. Our lips lock together. The warmth of his body against mine feels better than winning a million dollars. We kiss for several minutes and then hold hands while walking to class. He whispers I love you and then walks into class. I go to my next period. When the bell rings, we see a janitor literally sweeping Colin's body away. It was quite a hilarious sight. As the janitor was sweeping his body away, Colin's head hit the door frame. I burst out laughing. After school, Dylan hugged me and we parted ways. Later that night I got a message from him. That message said...
