Save Me

Chapter 17

The next morning was complete hell. I paced back and forth in my room for two hours, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with Ariana. Nothing I thought of was good enough. Nothing was good enough for her at this point.

I've been wasting all this time experimenting with things that I thought could work. Now, I need something that I know will work. I don't have any more time to waste. I have two solid days and that's it. I can't screw around with this anymore, I need to get it done.

At the beginning of the week, I thought that I would've convinced her by now. She seemed too happy to be so convinced that she was going to commit suicide, so I thought that maybe she was just making a mistake and she would realize that. Obviously not.

I've almost lost all hope on this case, but I can't give up. I can't lose another person like I lost my sister. Two amazing people would be dead too soon. Those two deaths would be my fault because I knew and didn't do anything. I can't let it happen again.

Ariana has been showing signs of getting better, but then she starts to harden up and hide her emotions. It's hard to tell if she's pretending to get worse again or if she really is. There really isn't any way to tell with her.

After thinking for a little while more, I finally think of something. It's a last minute idea, but it'll have to work. I know that girls like this type of stuff, anyway.

I look at the clock and it's still only 11:30. I've learned that I should probably wait until about 12:30 to call Ariana because she gets bitter in the morning. I can't really waste any time, though, so I'll just have to take the risk of getting yelled at.

She picks up after I call twice, and she doesn't sound very happy.

"I didn't answer for a reason," she says. "I hate getting up early, you should've at least gotten that hint by now."

"Sorry, but we don't really have much time, do we? When can you be ready?"

"I don't know, an hour or two. Or three."

"An hour sounds fine. Oh, bring a bathing suit."

"A bathing suit? Harry, it's fucking winter."

"Just trust me, okay? I'll be at your house in an hour."

"Bye."

She hangs up and I laugh to myself. Her attitude in the morning is kind of cute. She tries to be intimidating, but she slurs her voice so it sounds something like a five year old. I don't make fun of it, though, because I know that she'll kick my ass once she's fully awake.

I impatiently wait for an hour to pass and then hurry out the door. I drive around the corner to her house, and this time, her mother's car isn't there at all. She walks out of the house and gets into the car.

"Do you have a bathing suit?" I ask.

"No, Harry. It's winter."

"Guess you're swimming in your clothes then."

"You're crazy, what's up with you today?"

"You'll see when we get there."

I drive for about twenty minutes until we get to where we need to be.

"Another lake?" Ariana asks, looking in front of us. "Didn't you already take me to White Chapel Bridge over a different lake?"

"Yeah, but I completely forgot about this lake until this morning. It's beautiful, and since you're a girl, you'll probably like it a lot more than I do. Trust me on that one."

"Fine."

She opens the door and gets out, then starts walking down to the lake. I shake my head and laugh a little about her attitude. She's always got one, no matter what.