How To Save A Life √ cel & mnz

; eight

Since I haven't updated I'm awhile, I'll give a short recap:
Chloe & Maddie wasted 40$ at group therapy for Chloe, Maddie is still feeling depression radiating off Chloe in their secret feeling power thing. Mrs. Jones suggests they take a one-on-one therapy class after the group session.

Chloe and I went to my house after the wasted therapy session, but we didnt speak very much. We were both so deeply lost in our own ocean of thought, we didn't need to talk. My mind wandered from Chloe's black eye to the possible one-on-one Mrs. Jones had suggested.

Although I felt definite, random, uncertainty after Mrs. Jones suggested it, I knew Chloe already hated the idea, which I totally respect.

Our Shared Feelings have happened so often now. Its so rare I feel my own feelings,  sometimes I have to call Chloe and ask her how she's feeling to know what Im actually feeling. That sounds crazy, am I going crazy?

Eh, probably.

"What are you curious about? I can feel a strong curiosity feeling."
Inquired Chloe, no emotion to her voice at all.

"Nothing."
I lied, kicking a little brown pebble along.

Finally, we reached my house.

As we walked in, the first sight was a picture on our dining table of me, my mom, Chloe, and her mom, happily playing in the park. I remember that day.

Chloe stopped, her eyes getting glossy with tears, which made me tear up.

"On second thought, can I just go home? I'm so tired."
Said Chloe quickly, obviously trying to hold back her tears.

"You can sleep here if you w-"
I began.

"No, I need to go home."
She said, shaking slightly.

I nodded slowly, and gave her a hug.

"Goodbye, rest up and text me later."
I whispered.

She nodded and began to walk down the street to her house, her head hanging sadly.

Chloe often thought about abuse and death. It's what she's going through, and I often get the depressing thoughts.

Suddenly, it hit me like a brick.

The beyond depressed feeling, the sadness, the tears, it all matched up.

I then remembered the scissors, pills, and the rope I had forgotten to take out of her duffel.

She wouldn't... She can't...

Chloe told me she wouldn't try suicide.
Chloe told me she got a black eye by a stone, I think its obvious she lies.

I grabbed my phone and ran to my bike and mounted it.

I took off down the street, my bicycle just a blur of black and blue as I zoomed down the road, thinking of Chloe's sad face every time I wanted to stop.

Hang in there, I huffed. I'll be there soon.

A/N-
SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER!!

Will Chloe survive? Dun dun dunnn!

I promised not to update this book until I updated IQ, but you know....

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