Save Me

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

A suicide note. I'm holding Ariana Grande's suicide note. Why did she write it? She's still alive. Was she thinking of taking her life? Why? More importantly, why do I have it right now? She must've known it was in there. Do I give it back to her? Of course not, it's a damn suicide note. Do I give it to a teacher? Guidance counselor?

Without reading it, I put the note back in the book where I found it. She can't really be committing suicide. I shake my head, ridding my head of such an idea. I put the book in my bag and just sit there for the rest of the period, looking around the cafeteria. As soon as the bell rings, I bolt out of the room. I rush to study hall, which is my free period.

I'm partly rushing because, well, it's a free period. I'm also rushing because Ariana is in this class. Never thought I'd say that. Other kids pile into the classroom and I make sure nobody sits next to me. By the time Ariana comes, that seat is the only seat open. She sits down and immediately turns to me.

"Hey, crazy story but it turns out I gave you the wrong book," she says, "Turns out you were supposed to have this one and I was supposed to keep that one. So if we could just switch...." She holds up a different book, looking at me desperately.

"What's the difference?" I ask innocently.

"Well, um, I....I got that one from the library and I need to return it. So if I could just have it back that would be great."

"I don't think so, you've got some explaining to do."

She looks at me with a blank expression and cold eyes. She slams the other book on my desk and moves closer.

"Just give me the damn book," she says through gritted teeth.

"Is this book a touchy subject for you?"

"GIVE IT BACK!"

All heads turn to look at us. Ariana looks back at them while I keep looking at her.

"Sorry," she mumbles, looking at her lap. Looking at her now in a vulnerable state, I see what she's been hiding this whole time behind her scowl. A....frown. I lift her chin up so she looks at me. Her before cold eyes are now warm and filling with tears. I sigh and reach into my backpack, pulling out the book. She wipes her tears as I hold out the book.

She goes to take it, but I pull it back for a second. I open it to the page that holds the note. I take it out and try handing her the book but now she won't take it.

"What's the problem?" I ask.

"It's not the book that I want. It's....that." She flicks her head towards the piece of paper in my hand. The note.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you have that," I say, tucking it in my back pocket.

"Please, I worked hard on that."

"Why?"

"It's obvious! Just stop teasing, I need it."

"Why do you want to die?" I ask, truthfully wanting to know.

"I.....it's personal. Lower your voice."

I do as she says.

"Why do you want to die?" I ask again.

"I'm not telling you." She puts the emphasis on 'you' as if it would pain her to say my name, or even talk about me.

"Why not?"

"You'll think I'm crazy." She turns away from me, taking the book back and putting it in her binder.

"I don't think you're crazy, just misunderstood," I say in a tone that would make her believe that I mean it. But, she doesn't.