So here I am in the daym hospital again. I find this unfair to Adam. From the 12 hours we have been a couple. I've been in the hospital for 7 of them. My neck hurt a lot. Why does my neck hurt?
Bringing my fingers to my throat I noticed Adam with puffy eye's. Leo was right next to him with the same puffy eye's. There was cloth around my neck or bandages. Whatever those things you use to stop bleeding. “Emily.. Your awake!”
That was Leo I think? He hugged me tight and then I knew that he can't be a fake boy friend. He cares to much about me. Caleb is gonna be my choice. Yet that will kill Leo to! I can't do anything right can I? I reject a senior. I reject my best friend. Now I'm dating my teacher? Am I dreaming or something?
“Hmm.. Leo? Wh-what happened? Why does my neck hurt so bad?” I was squinting my eye's to try and focus. Wasn't helping much to be honest. Giving up I closed my eye's again and grabbed two different hands.
“Don't touch her Mr. Fret.” Leo sounded so mad. Why is he mad at my boyfriend? Sighing Adam dropped my hand and I heard him sit on a chair. “Your neck was sliced... You tried to kill yourself Emily. Not like an attempt. A real suicide. They found you in time though. Lost a lot of blood but we have the same blood type right? So I donated. So did... Mr. Fret.” I smiled.
Nodding didn't work since my ears would make a loud ringing noise every time I tried. Opening my eye's made everything spin around me. “Do they know?” Leo's hand squeezed mine a little. “No. We said Mr. Fret was your father. Even if he doesn't 'look' old enough to have a teenage daughter.”
Adam chuckled, “well I'm not... I'm only -” Leo didn't pay any attention and cut him off. “Emily your safe. Why in the world did you do it? Did you even think of me?”
I thought about it for a minute. I didn't. I did not think of Leo at all. I thought about how hurt Adam would be. How happy my family would be. “Can I still sing?”
Leo bit his lip. “You should really rest your voice for a while. You get out of here in two days. It's Friday so it's okay you wont miss any school.”
I nodded slightly but my head felt like it was gonna fall off my shoulders. Why did I do this again? Why did I try to kill myself? Was it on purpose? My wrist itched and I realized I had stitches on the letters and everything. “My scars.. Why did they. Why would they do such a horrible thing!”
I reached for them and Leo grabbed my hand. “No don't touch them. They are fragile. They will hurt. Emily maybe it's for the best. It's been what. A couple years now? Anyways...”
Tears raced down my face and then Leo pulled something from behind him. “Happy early birthday Emily. I wont be able to visit tomorrow. So here.”
A small silver box sat in my hand. Even through glassy eye's I knew what it was...
“Open it. Please?” I closed my eye's and held it close. Nodding he helped me sit up. “Could you give us a minute Mr. Fret?”
Adam didn't seem so sure but he nodded and left. With the small box still clutched in my hand I opened my eye's and looked at it. Debating what it could truly be. There is this necklace I always both Leo about in a local store here. I've been trying to save of for it. It's I think $453.53 at the original price. They were going out of business and when it was on sale for $50 someone got it first. I never liked any other piece of jewelry ever besides my bracelets and one right with my birthstone in it. What is this then.
I opened the small box slowly and moved the small foil that surrounded it. There is sat. My necklace. The one of a kind necklace. With it's white decorated stone in the middle of bronze twirls all around holding it in place. The small leaf and flower neatly painted on the stone. Small beads held on to the bronze twirls. My heart stopped beating and I was lost with tears. “How?”
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Teen FictionSTORY IS ON HOLD! "I Held A Knife To My Wrist And Began My Regular Cutting Session." Emily Anderson. Your typical badass, doesn't care for anyone. Besides everyone she does care about dies... So why bother? There is one person left in her life, her...