Kat's POV
One Week Later
It was Sunday morning and I sat in an empty room on the bottom floor of my home. I stared blankly out of the window as the rain pelted fast against the glass. I've spent a week in the same spot. I haven't looked anywhere but out that window. I didn't see much of a point to life ever since i'd received the news that I have AIDS. I went to the doctor to confirm it and it was true. I haven't said a word to Chase yet and don't plan on ever bringing up the topic. I couldn't lose him so soon after barely getting him back.
He called my house over 300 times in the past 7 days and left over 200 voice mails. He deserved to know but I wasn't able to tell him if it meant losing him again. He would even come by 5 or 6 times a day, looking for me but I couldn't answer the door. I sighed, deciding maybe I should talk to him today. I slowly made my way to the shower and washed myself and my hair. I decided on a purple flowing dress that went mid thigh and perfume that he loved to smell on me. I texted him to come over and as if he'd been waiting for me to text that, my door bell rang. I slowly made my way to it and opened with a false smile.
He hugged me immediately and I felt guilty for ignoring him. We went upstairs to my bedroom and sat down, staring into each others eyes. Mine were tired and bloodshot while his looked refreshed. I sighed and chuckled, looking down at the floor and fumbling with my fingers. He put his finger on my chin and turned my head to face him.
"What's wrong Kat?" He asked sympathetically.
I just shook my head, denying the pain that burned in my chest from what I was hiding from him. He leaned in and kissed me, the fireworks reigniting within my body. It was passionate unlike Nathan's kiss. He smiled at me and began rubbing circles on my back.
"So what's new?" He asked cheerfully.
Oh nothing much. I just contracted a fatal disease from sex with the guy I cheated on you with. But other than that, life is beautiful.
I wasn't sure that that was the best way to approach this subject. I started by intertwining his hand with mine and planting a soft, meaningful kiss on his tender lips.
"Chase.." I began but no other words came out.
He stared at me questioningly.
"Do you have something to say to me Kat?" He asked plainly.
"Chase, I have AIDS." I choked out, lowering my head and squeezing his hand harder.
He took his hand from in mine and pushed me away from him. I looked at him, hoping for love and sympathy in his eyes. But I only got pity and disgust.
"Did Nathan give it to you?" He asked, refusing to meet my eyes.
I nodded and continued to cry. He stood and left my room. I heard him go down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it in the process. I fell and beat on the wooden floor with my fists, blood beginning to ooze from them. I didn't care, and it didn't matter. I lost the one person who meant the world to me all because I was stupid. Very utterly stupid. The pain and heartache I was feeling right now, no one should have to experience. It overwhelmed me with depressing thoughts, one particularly sounding the best. I stood slowly and looked toward the window. I counted to 3 mentally before racing and throwing myself through the glass, and off the second story of the house. I fell for what seemed like seconds before colliding with the ground and completely blacking out. I finally felt at peace.
Chase' s POV
I drove as fast as I could away from Kat's house. She has a sexually transmitted disease. From Nathan. I clenched the steering wheel and stomped on the gas putting me way over the speeding limit and at this moment, I could careless. The girl I've been in love with for years has AIDS. I pulled over eventually and cried harder than I ever have before. I was having mixed emotions. One part of me said that I loved her and we could get pass this and maybe that was the case at first.
But she has a disease that I could get from being sexually active with her. I needed to know what to do. Something inside of me said to go back to her. That she needed me at this very moment. So I quickly started my car and drove urgently back to her home. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I knew something wasn't right. I went to the front door which was open, and upstairs to her bedroom. My eyes were hopefully deceiving me as I approached the broken window. I pulled my straight brown hair as I looked down to the ground.
There laid my baby, my first love, my other half, my everything. It seemed like time slowed down as I ran out the house and fell to her side in the cool grass. I put my ear to her mouth. She wasn't breathing. As much as I wanted to cry out from the incredibly painful knot that was forming in my chest, I knew there was no time for that. I quickly got out my phone and called 911 and within minutes, they were pulling her onto a gurney and rushing her into the an ambulance to get medical attention.
I hopped in my car and speed after them, needing to make sure my baby was okay. They wouldn't let me in the emergency room as they rushed her inside, and I fell to my knees and clenched my fists. Why did it seem like everything happened to me? I waited in the waiting room for hours before a doctor finally came towards me with an expression that sent knives into my heart.
"Are you here for Kat?"
"Yes. Tell me she's okay." I immediately begged.
"I'm so sorry sir, but she had already been dead before the ambulance got to her."
My heart suddenly felt empty and I was thrown into immediate depression. I fell to the ground and just began pounding on it like a madman. I couldn't take it anymore. I left the hospital and returned to her home.
