How To Save a Life [ON HOLD]

[five]

I didn't go to school for the rest of the week, or leave my room for that matter. Tristan had tried calling and texting numerous times, in which he never got a reply. He even turned up to my house a few times in hopes of reaching me, which was also unsuccessful. Maybe I'm in the wrong for ignoring him. All he wants to do is help me, but what if I don't want help?

It was late Saturday evening before I finally emerged from my room. My stomach was aching from the lack of food, but by now I was used to the feeling. It almost felt normal. Even the dizzy spells started to seem normal.

I was concentrating so hard on not falling down the stairs from my dizziness that I didn't notice the voices coming from the front door. I stop at the bottom of the last step and focus my attention on the conversation playing out.

"Look she hasn't come out of her room since Tuesday, and if she hasn't answered your calls or texts I would assume she doesn't want to talk to you. So whatever you did, I would just leave her alone until she decides... to..." Lexus slowly cuts herself off as she turns her head and follows the gaze of the boy in front of her to meet my eyes. I stare at them, my eyes meeting the all too familiar brown ones of Tristan, before my brain fully processes what is happening and my eyes widen. I spin on my heels and step up onto the first step run back up the stairs but his voice stops me.

"Sunshine, wait." He pleads. I hear movement behind me and slowly turn around to see that Tristan has stepped past Lexus and into the house. "Can we please talk?" His eyes are big and sad, silently pleading me to say yes. I sigh, stepping down from the step and nodding my head. I avoid eye contact at all costs.

Lexus closes the front door and walks into the loungeroom, getting the idea that we need some privacy. I walk the opposite way into the kitchen, Tristan hot on my tail. I make my way over to a stool, the room suddenly spinning. I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to make it stop.

"Are you okay?" I hear Tristan ask. I open my eyes to see him standing on the opposite side of the island bench, his face filled with concern. I slowly nod my head, focusing my eyes on anything but him. "Are you sure? You look really pale."

"I'm fine. Just tired." I quietly reply, hoping he will just drop it.

"When was the last time you ate?" My eyes snap back to meet his.

"Tristan, I'm fine." I say a little too harshly. He stares back at me, looking a little taken aback. I quickly avert my eyes down to my lap, picking at my fingernails. The room is silent for a few moments. "Are you going to talk about whatever you want to talk about or are you just going to stand there." I say, deciding I want this to be over with as fast as possible.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Tristan starts, scratching the back of his neck. "I just wanted to talk about what happened on Monday, and then also why you haven't spoken to me all week." I look up at Tristan from underneath my eyelashes for a second before looking back down again.

"I didn't feel like talking." I quietly say, replying to only the second half. What happened on Monday is not something I want to talk about.

"Lexus said you hadn't left your room since Tuesday." Tristan says, tilting his head down to grasp my attention. I look around before meeting his eyes. I could tell he wasn't just telling me what I already knew, he was asking why.

"Something happened. I didn't feel like dealing with anyone or anything." Is my short reply, avoiding eye contact again and crossing my arms, suddenly becoming cold.

"What happened?" He asks gently. I glance at him before looking away again.

"Nothing. It's fine." I mumble.