Oxygen

Chapter 18: It's all my fault.

...-It's all my fault. If we didn't leave, he would be alive. Why is everyone dying? I did nothing to save him. I'm useless. I'm a piece of trash.

Oliver was trying to calm me down, but it was useless. I wanted to find out what the fuck is happening.

-Lucy, calm down-

He kneeled down and leaned on to grab my shoulders. I immediately shove his hands away.

-NO! Don't touch me!

I pushed him away as hard as I could and ran to the plane's door. I opened it and ran out of it. Finally I could feel myself flying. It was so beautiful. We were flying above the ocean. I could feel all of the pain flying away.

Is this my death? Is this the place where everything will end? At the moment I touched the water, I felt an enormous pain all over my body. In and eyeblink, I realized I was laying on my bed. I immediately sat up and realized I was all covered in sweat. I felt a pair of arms hugging me.

-Shh, baby, it's okay.

Oliver came into my room with a plate of chicken soup. He put the plate on my writing table and ran the grab my hand. He held my right hand with my his right and hugged me. He was patting my back when I asked.

-What happened?

-Oh baby, don't you remember? You drank some whiskey, and when I told you about dad you collapsed. You were unconscious the whole trip, so I brought you home. Your mom told me to go away, that she'll take care of you. But after that you told me she was treating you bad, I didn't trust her. So I decided to stay and take care of you. I ordered some chicken soup, since I don't know how to cook. When I was close to your room, I heard you talking to someone. I heard you saying that it's your fault, and I understood you were having a nightmare. Are you okay?

-No, I'm not. People who I care of keep dying. What's wrong with me? Am I cursed or something?

-Baby, I want you to listen to me very attentively. People die, and that is okay. Sometimes it's the age, sometimes it's those people's fault. We are all making mistakes, and that is totally normal. I want you to stop blaming yourself for other people's faults.

I quietly nodded my head and he took me in an embrace.

-Lately you've been really nervous, I want you to stop thinking of your anxiety. Can you let me help you?

I nodded my head, he took my hand and we headed to the exit. We were about to leave, when a voice stopped me.

-Where do you think you are going?

-None of your business.

I was about to exit the house, when I felt a strong grip on my wrist.

-You are not going anywhere., mom said. You woke up a few minutes ago. You left us for two freaking days without saying anything. You could almost die because of this asshole, and now you are leaving again? You are not going anywhere. You are grounded.

-I don't care. Who are you to tell me what to do? My mom? Pftt. You woke up just now that you are my mom. Where were you when I needed support? Where were you when I had no one by my side? Where were you when the anxiety was eating me from the inside? Where the fuck you were when I was about to commit suicide?, I rolled up my sleeve and showed my scars. This is your fault, not mine. You are the one who should be blamed. You weren't by my side when I was about to die. Scarlett and Oliver were. Now please, mind your own business.

I was about to leave, when I heard something that made me mad.

-I always knew you would become a whore.

I could resist and slapped her face as hard as I could.

-DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, WHAT YOU ARE YOURSELF! I was always a good girl. I was always an "A" student. Earlier, I never drunk, I never smoked. But you never appreciated it. Now please, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

I turned around and smashed the door. Me and Oliver headed to the car and he drove somewhere behind the city. He said nothing, since he knew I could get angry at him. Once we arrived, I noticed that we were were in the most wonderful place in the world...