Wasted Time

Chapter 11

PAISLEY

June 17th-August 17th
It's been three hours since they've discharged me from the hospital and what's the first thing I do you ask? Mark the beginning and the end of my life on a calendar. Yes, a real life paper calendar; not the ones from your phones because it just lacks of that countdown feeling if you know what I mean.

The ride home with my grandparents was awfully awkward and quiet. It was possibly due to the massive shock syndrome they endured in the hospital after finding out about my newly updated death date. Thankfully, the distance from the hospital to the house wasn't a long one and I got out of that situation really quick. So imagine my reaction when the car halted to a stop in front of the house; Yup, I bolted and ran as fast as my legs could and I headed straight to my bedroom window. I really couldn't wait for my grandparents to open the front doors considering that it would mean I would have to face them with their teary bloodshot eyes and I simply did not want to deal with that right now. So yes I climbed into my window.

Which brings me back here, with a calendar in my hands, marking my death date. Maybe if I do this, the date will stop changing. Honestly if God wants me dead so badly, why can't he just kill me now?

Suddenly a knock on my window startles me and causes me to drop the stupid calendar. I waste no time in picking up the damn thing, and quickly but carefully approach my window. I cautiously open the blinds and I'm immediately taken aback at the sight before me. My eyes widen in surprise when the last person I would have ever thought of seeing right now, Jake Rollins, is smiling at me.

"Open the window," he mouths exaggeratedly.

I don't know what on earth possessed me to do exactly what he says, but I open the window.

"Come with me," he whispers.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise," he says secretively.

"Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't," he smiles at me mischievously.

I don't know why but those words send an uncontrollable urge to my body, to oblige to his request.

I nod absentmindedly and try my best to climb out of my window unharmed. He offers me a hand but I, being the stubborn person that I am, don't accept it. I immediately regret my decision, when I fall face first onto my lawn.

I could almost hear a faint chuckle escape Jake's lips as he kindly helps me up. When I regained my balance, I face Jake who has an amused expression plastered across his face.

I let out a sigh of embarrassment and roll my eyes.

"Say it."

"Say what?" He says obliviously while he's holding back his laughter.

"Say it," I demand in a more sturdier tone.

He chuckles lightly and smiles at me. "You should have taken my helping hand."

There it is. I wave my hand dismissively.

"Whatever. Let's just go."

"Your wish is my command princess," he bows his head and offers me his hand.