Cutting Edge

Chapter One: Saige

        I can’t believe I’m alive. Me, Saige Hilmer. The pressure I was under just caused me to burst. I couldn’t help but start cutting. And last night was just so much. He almost died. My best friend, Andrew “Drew” Lucas.

        He was in a car accident with his girlfriend Tegan. Tegan Fuller. We’ve never been really good friends, but I’ve tried with Drew and her becoming so close lately.

        The doctors really thought that Drew was going to die, and I couldn’t bare the thought of it becoming a reality. Tegan didn’t have more than a few scratches and bruises, and she was the one driving!

        Drew was on his death bed. Tegan wouldn’t allow me into the room. So much for friends, bitch. Drew’s parents were out of town, which was the only reason that I couldn’t go in the room. I mean I had to watch my best friend slowly drift off from the room’s large window, watching him slowly and painfully slip from this world through two thick sheets of sound-proof glass. If he had died, I wouldn’t have even had the opportunity to say good bye. How could Tegan be so mean?

        I left sight of Drew’s room only once while I waited for his parents to arrive. In that time, I only went to the restroom and was glad to be wearing a long sleeved T-shirt. The T-shirt helped cover the shallow scars I placed into my skin using my pocket knife. If Drew wasn’t going to live, then neither should I.

        After fifteen hours of standing outside Drew’s window, just watching him “sleep” and thinking about all of the memories I had that included him, his parents finally arrived. They arrived to the scene of their son on his death bed, his girlfriend laying on his stomach bawling her eyes out, and their son’s best friend standing outside his hospital room window with a blank expression on her face, and the faintest hint of tears in her eyes.

        “My goodness Saige! Why are you standing outside of the room?” Mrs. Lucas questioned me as Mr. Lucas went to consult a doctor of his son’s condition.

        “Tegan wouldn’t allow me into the room. But it’s fine, I couldn’t have done much for him in there either,” I said, gesturing towards Drew still laying absolutely still on the bed.

        “I insist you come in and sit next to Drew with us. No point in you standing out here. Maybe your presence will comfort him somehow,” Mrs. Lucas said.

        “But Tegan-”

        “But Tegan nothing!” Mrs. Lucas exclaimed. “Drew is our son not hers and we will gladly except you into his room, Saige. You belong with him…”

        As her sentence drifted off, tears began to well up in Mrs. Lucas’ eyes. I placed my arm around her to comfort her and together we walked into Drew’s hospital room.