I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I was in the rec room after hours. I would get in so much trouble for that. I stood up on the chair and slid the rope over my head. I closed my eyes and kicked the chair. Expecting to feel a jolt, i felt arms wrap around my waist. I let out a squeal when i felt myself being put down. I opened my eyes to see the school's "Bad Boy" Ethan Collins.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled at me.
"What do you think, dumb ass!" I don't know where i got my confidence from. I was angry that he wouldn't let me. But confused too.
It wasn't until then i noticed that Ethan Collins was straddling my stomach. He noticed that my face was tomato colored and slid off. I tried to stand but my legs wobbled and i fell back down. Ethan sighed and picked me up bridal style and sat me on a stack of mats.
"So" He began "You gonna explain why you're in the rec room after hours and why you tried to kill yourself?"
I took a deep breath and began
"My dad dropped me off here at boarding school because he could deal with my, and i quote 'Bratty ass bullshit' My mom died when i was eight." Breathe Amber, Breathe " I'm seventeen. My dad hates my guts because i remind him of my mom. The state took my little brother, Liam away. I was tired and had no reason to live anymore." Hold on a second.."Care you explain why you're here after hours?"
He ignored my question and looked me straight in the eye. His eyes were a magical sea green that made you feel like you were staring at the ocean.
His voice came out husky and raw
"12 days."
"What?"
"12 days, 1 reason per day. By the end of the 12 days, if you still wanna die, i won't stop you."
"Ok..but why 12?"
He smirked as he looked down at me
"I found you at 12:12"
With that, He picked me off the mat and brought me back to my room.
I didn't stop to think how he knew where my room was. The second i hit the bed, i was already asleep.
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I changed it from short story to one shots I dont have the motivation to just finish a fucking story.
I hate myself sometimes.
WHY CAN'T I ACTUALLY FINISH A BOOK. FOR REAL THOUGH. WHY.
✌byeeeee
