Choice

Chapter 8

We stayed in the bathroom for about a period and a half. Nobody cared about Alex and I. Not even the teachers. It felt nice, having someone hold you. But I was still confused why Alex cared.

"Why did you save me?" I asked after a while.

"I don't care what you did, they can't do that," Alex said. He shrugged. "Besides, I wasn't going to let them get away with rape."

I sobbed.

"I screwed up. My 'friends' won't talk to me, my boyfriend deliberately cheated on me, and I killed three people and won't spend a second in jail."

"It's not your fault-"

"Oh, to hell with that!"

I got up from the bathroom floor and stared at him.

"I was driving. DRUNK! It doesn't matter who gave me the drinks, I still drove. If I just took a cab or went to my dad's dinner, none of this wouldn't have happened."

Alex got up off the floor. "Maybe it happened for a reason."

"Why would all THIS happen for a reason?"

"This little popular path, would have taken you down the wrong road. This was a wake up call to change."

He got his stuff and headed toward the door. He stopped and turned to me.

"You still have a choice, you know."

I laughed. "Saying that, I don't think you know what the whole situation is."

"Well, the way I see it is that you can let this jack you up forever and never move on with your life, or really make something out of this and be better than...this." He pointed to my whole body of sloppiness. He left the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Get your crap together, Victoria, I thought to myself.

I knew I needed help with this whole transformation thing and now I knew who can help me.

I walked out the bathroom with a new found pride and I was going to do everyone I messed up justice... No matter how long it took.

This was my choice.