Save Me From Myself

Chapter 4

💟LYZAH'S POV💟

"Are you ready to go on to the next person?" Anne asks, hesitantly.

"No, no. I don't need to go any further. I've made my decision." I said, a little too quickly.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Absolutely." I said. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Until now.

"Okay. What's your decision, love?" She asked.

"I've decided I'm going to stay. I have to. I need him and he needs me." I whispered the last part. My voice wasn't strong enough to finish the sentence.

"Okay. So. Are you ready to wake up now, Lyzah?" She asked me.

"Yes. I'm more than ready." I said.

I looked over at Trevor and smiled. He was still at my bed, holding my cold limp hand. He looked up, but not at me. He looked through me, not knowing I was there, though he looked right in my eyes.

Anne snapped her fingers, and I was alone again...

💙TREVOR'S POV💙

"Please. If you can hear me, please wake up. I need you." I finished. I meant everything I had said to her. I just wish she'd wake up. I need her. I can't go on without her. I just can't.

Glancing down at my scars, I sniff. The only sound I could hear was my sniffing and the tapping of my foot. I couldn't stop staring at my arm. It made me hate myself even more. I suddenly had the urge to do something I'd never thought of doing before.

The scalpel. With just one swift movement, all the pain would be gone.

'Trevor!! Snap out of it. You can't stop now! You can't leave Lyzah here. Not after that first night...' I thought, snapping myself out of my thoughts.

Flashback.

I was laying in bed, watching TV, eating popcorn. My parents were gone for a month, and my babysitter was at some friends house for the night. (What?! I was only 12). The house was quiet. Having nothing to do, I decided I would take a shower. I start the shower water, waiting impatiently for the water to get warm. Once it does, I strip off my clothes, and hop in the shower. (Not literally though, I am way too lazy for that).

Once I'm the shower, the hot, steamy water instantly relaxing my tight muscles. I get my hair drenched in the water, I wash it with my Axe shampoo and apply my vanilla body wash. (Don't judge. Lyzah likes it).

Lyzah. My wonderful and amazing best friend. We've been best friends since I was 4 years old. We did and still do everything together. Yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking. "I'm so friend-zoned" and all that. But I don't care. I just don't want things to get awkward between us, and just throw away our friendship. Sure, I might sound cheesy, or in denial, but it's true.

After washing and rinsing all the suds off my body, I turn off the water. Shaking my head, the water flies off my head, landing then rolling off the walls in the shower. After I regain my balance, I grab my towel, and wrap it low on my hips.

Stepping out of the shower, I walk to my room. Dropping my towel, I grab some boxers and my favorite pair of grey sweats. Not bothering to grab a shirt, I flop on my bed. I close my eyes, and think about the day.

Then I hear someone yell.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I heard a man say, obviously pissed off about something. My eyes instantly snap open.

I gasp silently to myself, remembering that the man was no other than Lyzah's father. He always yelled at her. But she never yelled back.

Then I heard something break, followed by more yelling. I heard the sounds of someone being punched, or kicked. I gasp again, knowing that this isn't normal, and the fact that Lyzah is the victim.

I turned off the TV, so I could hear better. Sitting on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest and resting my chin on my knees, I wait. Tears brimming my eyes.

More sounds of her being punched, kicked and/or beaten fill my ears. Then, nothing. The only sound I could hear were the faint cries and sobs from my best friend.

Then, nothing. I couldn't hear anything. No sobs, no yelling. Nothing. I start to panic, and I grabbed a jacket and went outside, trying to get a better view of the house, and who was in it. I hide in the bushes, and wait.

Looking around, I notice her mom's car is gone. She must've gotten in another argument with her husband, he was probably drunk again. That doesn't surprise me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone trying to climb out the window. Lyzah. I notice she's stumbling across the yard, and I rush to help her.

"Lyzah, is that you?" I ask, though I knew it was her, I just wanted to get a response out of her, to see if she's okay.

She stumbles more, and tried to run. But she's unsuccessful. Before she could collapse to the ground, I catch her. She was pale, and barely conscious.

"Lyzah, it's me, Trevor. Please stay awake, Lyzah. Please, don't leave me." I said, trying to keep her awake.

She looked almost dead, a black eye forming on her perfect face. I look for any other signs of abuse, and my eyes locked on her wrist. There was blood. A lot of blood.

Then it hit me.

Her father caused her to cut herself. Her father is the reason why she's in pain.

Before thinking twice, I carry her bridal-style back to my house, which is conveniently right next door to hers.

Once inside, I laid her on the couch, and ran to get the First-Aid Kit. I frantically grabbed it from under the bathroom sink, and went back to the couch. She looked even paler than before.

Grabbing the antibiotic pads, and the gauze, I clean her wrist. Once all the blood was out of the way, I could see how deep her cut was. It was 3 inches long, and at least an inch deep.

After cleansing the cut, I start to wrap it in gauze. I was about to cut the gauze, and add the pin to make sure it stays tight, when something broke the silence.

BANG!

Gunshot. Her father killed himself. I'm sure of it. I felt the color drain from my face, and my I quickly look over to where Lyzah was laying. She didn't even flinch. She just laid there, unconscious.

After I put on the gauze, I kissed her wrist. Then I picked her up and carried her to my room, and gently placed her on my bed. Right before I fell asleep, I heard 4 words that would change my life forever.

"I love you, Trevor." She whispered, slurring a little, not because she was drunk, but because she was too weak to make her voice completely audible. But I heard her loud and clear.

I fell asleep, holding in my arms, my best friend, my 'sister', my everything.

End Of Flashback

I'm snapped out of my thoughts, when the one thing I've been waiting for, happened.

Her heart monitor started beeping again.

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