I Choose You

Chapter Eight - There Is No Safety

My breath quickened and my heart thumped in my chest. It was her. She was here and she was going to kill me. There was a gun to my head, and it was loaded. It worked and it was ready to shoot. I was going to die. I was sure of it. She climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. I didn't know who she was but she had a gun to my head and was siting on top of me.

"Don't blame him, I hacked your little friend. Now I'm here. Everything will be okay." She stroked my hair, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. At least I knew Jessie didn't have BPD. "Please get off of me," I pleaded. She shook her head, "now we both know that isn't going to happen. Hands above your head, babe."

I lifted my arms and felt a cool surface. The button.I moved my fingers and hit the button. It made no noise. I congratulated myself just as the nurse came rushing in. "What's going on here, Mrs. Bertie?" I hesitated.

"Who are you speaking to?"

"Your sister," she said, directing my eyes towards the crazy girl on top of me. "She is not my sister...."

"Aw, bro, you must be forgetting. I'm Beth, remember?" I shook my head. I didn't forget. I did not have a sister named Beth.

"I'm calling," said the nurse and ran off. "Beth" glared at me. "I wasn't going to do this, but now I am." She placed her hand firmly on the trigger and I cringed this was it. Good bye, world, life, college, everything. Then, she turned the gun on herself. She pulled the trigger.

A stranger just killed herself on my lap.

But she didn't fall. She didn't move. There was no blood. Did the gun fail? Then I saw it. The gun didn't fail, she did. There was a hole on the door, and multiple doctors and nurses and staff at the door. "Beth" sat there, still, the gun pointing just beside her head. I wouldn't be surprised if she was deaf. The police came barging in. "Beth - or whatever your name is - you are under arrest for threat. Anything you say or do will...." I passed out again.

When I woke up. the dreaded tile ceiling was there. I looked to my left, and my parents were sitting with the police. At least I wasn't alone. To my right, there was a bed... That still contained Philip. why was here still here?

I didn't feel safe. I got dizzy. My stomach flipped in my body. My palms became slick with sweat. I started to shake. Then  it happened. I leaned over the side of my bed and threw up everything. I was sure some of my organs were in there. I stayed there for ten minutes, dry heaving, trying to breath, every last bit of content I had in me: gone.

I felt a hand on my back; it was mom. Then the other nurse came in. She pushed me back up on the bed and flipped me on my side, then placed a bin in front of me. "Don't move, unless you're going to be sick." I nodded effortlessly. I wanted to leave this place. Something bad was bound to happen.