Let Me Save You

Chapter 28

We came to an end, we were both incredibly out of breath. "Emily, I am really sorry. Please, please forgive me." His head lay on my chest, both of us still sitting against the wall. "Don't worry, you're fine." I kissed the top of his head. "Do you want to talk about what's been pissing you off that you feel like you have to hurt other people?" I spoke quietly, he didn't move at all, nor did he say anything. I took that as a no and we just sat there in each others arms. 

"I better get going, I guess you want some alone time to think about what just happened between us I mean like, if you want me to. I don't really care like-" "Drew, shut up. You're just mumbling now, and yeah I do want some time alone. I care about you Drew, I really do." He giggled a little bit, and pulled the sleeves of his sweater to the tips of his fingers and covered his smile. The cutest thing I have ever seen any guy do. "Okay, I love you Em." He gave me a final kiss on the nose, helped me up from the floor, and left. I noticed that he didn't say where he was going. He never said 'home', or even a friends house. He just said that he was leaving. I found it weird, but shrugged it off. 

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It's eight o'clock at night now, and Bret still isn't home. I watched some more movies, haven't eaten anything, not like I wanted to anyway, and had some water. I was expecting him to me home by now, but maybe he decided to stay with his family for the night. I always feel like I'm such a burden on him, and his life. I know he says I'm not, but I always feel like the weak one, like I can never do anything right. 

Just then my phone vibrated two times. A text message. Expecting it to be Drew or Bret I grabbed my phone as quickly as possible. I noticed that a name didn't come up, but a weird looking number. Actually, I think it was a number that I have seen before, if I do say so myself.

"Do I have to tell you again to stay away from Drew? He hates you, wishes you were dead. He talked to me yesterday about how you met him at the little shop on the corner. After you left him there, in fake tears, he came over to my house. He said that he hated you, and you were so fat. He told me that you should die so he wouldn't have to make you feel wanted anymore. Your disgusting to look at, and you really need to die. Your parents don't care about you anymore, that's why they left you. Bret is sick and tired of always having to take care of you because you are too weak to do anything for yourself. Like, holy shit, die you fat ass. Everyone hates you. You're alone in this world. Goodbye disgusting piece of shit. -J"

I read the message in tears. It's all too true. Bret's told me it before. I am weak. I believe her, Drew has always been the cocky boy. I highly even doubt that he likes me like he says he does. I bet they all just want me to die so that they don't have to deal with me anymore. I knew I was such a burden. 

I stormed upstairs, everything in a blur. I was hitting, punching, screaming, and kicking at nothing, yet everything. I ran, and locked myself into the bathroom. I started to rip all my clothing off, and just stared at the most disgusting human being ever to walk the planet. "They're right. I need to just die." I grabbed a shaving razor, and took it apart to get to the blades. My closest friends. They would never hurt me, they just give me peace. 

I took one of them, and made a huge cut from my left collar bone, down between my chest, across my stomach, and down to my right hip. I layed on the floor, and prayed that death would just take me away... Until I heard the kitchen door open, and a muffled voice. I couldn't make out what it was saying, but I figured it was Bret. I didn't panic, or try to get up, I just prayed harder that I would die before he found me. 

I was mistaken. 

He was yelling, screaming, and punching the door. I lay there, almost lifeless. Everything was getting blurry. He ended up kicking down the door, my blood being everywhere. I hear him scream "Emily! Why?!" And then, I blacked out.