Rescued Into Love

Chapter Fourteen

I remember it, I remember it all so clearly. I saw them. I saw them on his wrist. I didn’t know what to do. I did it. I sent him away. Why did I do that? I shouldn’t have poked my nose into his business. This is all my fault. I told our teacher and he got sent away. He lost his whole freshman year in a mental hospital trying to fix himself because I turned him in. I shouldn’t have done that.

I turn around to see him in a dark corner. Tears running down his face from his eyes. Blood dripping from his wrist. Hair covering hie face. Head hiding in his knees. My heart breaks at the sight. His head slowly looks up and his eyes beam at me. His whispers something I can’t hear it. The whispering gets louder and louder. I start to hear his words.

“You.”

You? Me? My heart starts to break. Me meaning I did this? I know I did.

“Im sorry..”

“What?” He asks in a sarcastic tone.

He heard me; I don’t need to say it again, but I will.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

I open my eyes and lean up out of bed hyperventilating. I look around to see I am in the room. It’s been at least another week since the night of the clouds and when he came in here. I don’t know if there is a routine or anything to when he sees me, but ever since that night I’ve been having this dream where he was in pain and blamed me for it. I blame myself for it. I can’t believe I did that to him. I shouldn’t have spoke out. I should have talked to him and tried helping him that way. No. It’s not my fault. He did it to himself. No.. I turned him in without thinking why he was doing what he was doing. I can’t believe I did that to him. I took him away from his family and gave him the reputation of psycho. It’s my fault.