Give Me A Sign, I Want To Believe

Why Me?

I was driving home from the studio when I saw a girl sitting a tree hidden from everyone. I pulled over and got out of the car. I looked up and she was crying and talking to herself. I saw a lighter in her hand and she was burning herself. She had white converse on with black skinny jeans. I couldn’t see much because it was dark.

“How could I be so stupid? Why did I ever believe he really did love me? It was too good to be real. I’m so stupid. Maybe I should just burn to death.” That broke my heart.

“Please don’t do that. I know we’ve never met but please don’t kill yourself over one person. They aren’t worth your tears if they’ve hurt you.” She looked down shocked and dropped her lighter.

“Why shouldn’t i? Everything always bad happens to me. This is the third time a guy went out with me because he was dared or wanted to get in my pants.”

“You have so much more to live for. Don’t ruin your life because stupid people can’t get their shit together. Come down and we can talk more.” I smiled lending my hand out.

“How do I know you’re not a pedophile?”

“Fair enough. My name is Jake.” I took out my phone and lit the screen up so she could see my face.

“Allyson.” She hopped down from the tree. She had a white tank top on. Her hair went down to her waist and it was blue and red.

“So Allyson, how old are you?”

“Seventeen. Eighteen next month.”

“I honestly thought you were sixteen.” She laughed.

“So Jake, Why did you pull over and talk to me?”

“Well I was driving home and I saw you hiding. I was curious and so I pulled over and saw you were crying. My curiosity got the best of me.”

“I didn’t think anyone could see me.”

“Well I was looking around while driving home. There wasn’t much on my mind so i ended up spotting you.” A cold breeze came by and Allyson shivered. I took off my leather jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

“No, Jake you don’t have to.”

“I insist. You’re cold and it’s the least I can do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Here why don’t you come home with me? You must be tired and I can help your burns.” She nodded and we got into my car. We got to my house and I led her to the living room while I grabbed the burn gel. I came back out and started applying the gel.

“Jake, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Being nice. Taking me home with me and cleaning my burns.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re a beautiful girl and you have so much to live for. And I think everyone deserves some show of respect and kindness.”

“Thank you. For everything. If you hadn’t come along, I might’ve been burnt and drowned in the river.”

“It really is nothing. I mean knowing I helped someone is a nice feeling.” I had wrapped her arms in bandages and sat on the couch next to her.

“Why do you have all these guitars and amps?”

“I’m a lead guitarist.”

“Really? What band?”

“Black Veil Brides.”

“Hmm. My friend used to bring that name up a lot before she died of cancer. I’ve never listened to them though.”

“Sorry about your friend.”

“It’s okay we weren’t really close before she died. She used to be my best friend but then she got sick and stopped talking to me.”

“Allyson, do mind if I call you Ally?”

“Sure. It’s a lot easier and quicker to say.” She giggled.

“Your giggle is cute.” She blushed. Then she yawned. I noticed it was late.

“I think we should go to bed. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“Jake, no. This is your home. You take your bed and I’ll take the couch. It’s okay.”

“Ally, you’re my guest. I sleep in bunks for most of the year, I’m fine.”

“You know what since neither of us can agree on who can sleep where why don’t we both sleep in your bed?”

“Are you comfortable with that?”

“I’ll be fine. I may have a nightmare but that’s the only thing that might happen at night.”

“Now I know. Here you can use one of my shirts and basketball shorts. They’ll be more comfortable to sleep in than jeans.”

“Thank you Jake.”

“You’re welcome, Ally.”

“So Jake how old are you? I never asked you.”

“Twenty two, twenty three next year.”

“You look like you’re eighteen, twenty at the most.”

“Really? Thanks.”

“haha. No problem. Well, I’m extremely tired. Good night Jake. Thanks again for everything.”

“No problem Allyson. Good night. Sweet dreams.” I took off my shirt, shoes, socks, and pants. I put on my fleece plaid sweat and got under the duvet with her. She laid her head on my chest and Trixy had jumped up and slept by my feet. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful darkness.