The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 55: His Past (Part Two)

Tristan Tanner

"Damn," I muttered.

Cheryl smiled lightly and sipped from the bubbly pink drink in her hand. "Ah, it's fine," she clarified after her depressing story, "Besides, how else would I have met you?"

I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "But still.."

Her smile wavered a little, and she hugged me tightly. "It's really okay. Besides, it's your turn."

I grinned and swiped her pink drink away, taking a sip. She pouted childishly at me. I couldn't help but laugh at this.

I remember when I was alone.

I wasn't an okay child. Of course, I did my work and chores, never leaving too much work for my parents. My mom and dad lived happily together with me and always joked about building a cabin near a lake for me when I got a wife. I would always retort something along the lines of "Ew! Girls are weird!"

My mom always teased me about this one girl I paid much more attention to.

The years traveled along, and my dad wasn't home often because he had joined the army to make sure people never started wars to our utopia of a world again. I always thought he never wanted to see me, but Mom kept me away from those thoughts. During this time, my dad's food had been poisoned with a dangerous chemical. This gave him something that didn't have a cure.

A new cancerous illness.

He was diagnosed when I was seven years old, and I began to pay more attention to him then. He was always at the hospital, so him not being home didn't change. I was nine years old, and the doctors said my father's chance of survival was depleting rapidly. I didn't know what that meant, but my mother's reaction told me everything. My dad's chance of living was dropping. Dropping to the depths of hell.

"But why?" I always questioned.

I couldn't imagine why the doctors couldn't help my father. I was a child then. When I turned ten, a week after my birthday was my father's death. Imagine that. Turning a new age, receiving presents, only to lose the one you wished for. That time, I was engulfed in darkness. My mother had become hysterical and needed medical treatment and attention. I was to help her. This made me stop my enthusiasm. And a girl during that time didn't receive what I usually gave her.

It felt like my whole world had collapsed on me and wanted to suffocate me to death until I was left bleeding. I hated that feeling because it felt like drowning in the darkness, being consumed by a void.

Forwarding towards my first year of high school, I became much more happier. This improved my mother's behavior as well, and I was glad to hear that she was okay now. School was my main priority. Just as my father, I felt the need to protect people. I felt the need to save people from the darkness. I didn't want to see them fall towards the darkness even though there was a lot of light to share.

And so, I started with her.

The girl who started to commit suicide from the loss of her family.

It made me feel like a hero, even though she hated it. She absolutely hated it. But that's I loved about it. Though she looked like she wanted to knock me out, her eyes always flashed with relief. Almost like she was scared of dying in the first place. It gave the thrill of saving someone.

That's when I decided that my life was devoted to saving hers.

The sparks in her eyes were enough to convince me that she needed to live on. She couldn't leave just yet. It was kind of like a debt to pay. For one to lose a life, I would save another.

That was the meaning of my life.

"And that's my story," I said, sucking on the straw of the drink. I opened my eyes, only to choke on the fizzy drink. Cheryl had a tear falling from her eye, staring at me. "W-What are you crying for?!"

She shook her head, barely noticing her tears. "S-Sorry." She put her hand over her heart and said, "I kinda felt that.. it hit me right here."

I wiped away the tear, and Cheryl giggled a little.

"Don't cry over my story."

"I'm sorry."