My Killer Girlfriend

Chapter 12

My mind is racing with panic as I stare out of the open window. She has to be ok, it can't end like this. Without hesitation I hop out of the window, falling a few feet into the alley behind our apartment. I head in the direction of the blood, sprinting as fast as I can and screaming for Lexi. Why would she do this to herself. To me. She seemed fine when she went to bed.

I am confused and angry and scared all at the same time as I head deeper into the back streets of campus. I stop running to inspect a bloody handprint I spotted on the ground. She fell over, she was losing blood fast. I tried not to break down sobbing right there. I know I have to find her, I can't let myself breakdown, I have to stay strong. For Lexi.

My legs start to burn and my chest feels heavy, I am exhausted, but I keep running. I have no idea how she made it this far hurt as bad as she is. It was unnatural. I keep moving, still yelling frantically for her, no response.

I am about to turn the corner when I heard a quiet sobbing. I look around the corner and it was Lexi! On her knees, blood all around her, her face is in her hands she is crying. I can see the long cuts down her forearms.

I run to here and wrap my arms around her. "Lexianne! We have to get you to a hospital right now, come on, let's go!". I say frantically. I feel her warm blood on my body but I don't pull away. She sobs and looks up at me. "I can't do it.". She says weakly "I can't kill anymore, I can't..." She slumps into my arms unconscious.

"No, no, no! Lexi stay with me baby girl!" I shake her and tears fall from my face onto her. I hadn't even realized I was crying, I was too focused on her. Her beautiful face, now flushed with the paleness of death, her body wrapped in a blanket of blood. She was beautiful even now.

I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her and squeezing her wounds, trying to stop her from losing anymore blood. I hurry as fast as I can while carrying her. The nearest hospital is a few blocks away, closer than my car. So I carry her nearly running with her. I whisper to her "Hang in Baby, hang on." I brushed her hair out of her face.

She was tough, she could make it, she had too. I kept reassuring myself all the way to the hospital. I carried her and sobbed the whole way there. I felt her body growing cold and I tried to move faster.

By the time I reached the hospital my legs felt like they were about to give out, I carry her into the emergency room and a group of doctors rush to help me, they lower her onto a cart and wheel her away.

The rest is a blur, a doctor sits me down and asks me questions, I try to answer, but I feel weak. He asks me what happened, if it was a suicide attempt or if she was attacked, he wanted to know if they needed to alert the authorities. I choke out a weak "No." And then pass out.