Short stories

Admitting to Love

I woke up with my cat laying next to me, sleeping peacefully. Looking at Smokey I sighed and wipes my eyes. The nightmare still fresh in my mind, I slid my legs out from my covers and sat on my bed. My violet eyes traveled to the doors to my balcony. "Maybe I just need fresh air." I said out loud to no one in particular as I got up and went out onto my balcony. As I looked up to the stars, a shooting star streaked past. 'I wish to be loved for who I am.' I thought to myself, tears leaking from my eyes. Leaning over the fence at the edge of my balcony I let my head droop low as the tears escaped my already puffy eyes. Covering my mouth to quiet my sobs, I slid down to sit against the fence and pulled my knees up to my chest. I had lost weight from barely eating, my eyes were puffy from crying, and my wrists were stained from my own thoughts. All I did at school was smile once in a while and wear long sleeves or hoodies. With shaking hands I pulled myself off the ground and shakily walked into my bathroom. Silently opening the cabinet above the sink, I slid out the reason my wrists were scarred. Turning on the tub, I slid it against my arm, carving the words that people repeated and that the voices called me. Shakily I got into the tub and let the blood drip from my arm into the clear water. 'No one would miss me when I'm finally gone anyways.' I thought as the water slowly turned rosy and I passed out. Suddenly I heard an annoying beeping sound, as I opened my eyes to see a bright light I realised I was in the hospital. Slowly I turned my head to the side and saw my friend Ethan Slowik asleep on the chair next to me holding my hand. My eyes began to water as I realised that I was still alive. 'Who called 911 though? My family definitely didn't.' I thought to myself. Slowly Ethan's eyes opened and once he realised I was awake he started to cry. "I thought I lost you...I thought I was too late..." I just looked at him confused, tears still streaming down my face. "I called you because I had a bad feeling and I was worried about you. When you didn't pick up I knew something was very wrong so I jumped into my pickup and drove as fast as I could to your house. I called 911 when I noticed your bathroom door ajar with water pooling out from under it. I walked in and saw the blade on the floor and immediately picked you up out of the tub and I was truly terrified that I was too late. When the ambulance arrived I refused to leave your side...I thought I had lost you. I'm sorry for never being there for you and I'm so sorry for never picking up on the signs. From here on out I promise to be there for you." he said while wiping my tears. I looked down and whispered, "Why? Why didn't you just let me die? You wouldn't have had to worry about someone as worthless as me..." Ethan shook his head and looked at me, crying. "Why would I let the girl I care for most in the world die by her own hands? I didn't want to lose you because you mean so much to me..I called you to make sure you were alright and to ask you something. I care about you Delilah...a lot." he told me and I looked down. "But isn't your ex better? Everyone is always better than me..." I sighed and brought my knees up to my chest and started crying more. Than hugged me tightly and gently took my arms and kissed every bandage and held me close, letting me cry. "Listen to me, NO ONE is better than you. No one is more important, and no one is as beautiful as you are. I love you Delilah. I didn't realise it until a few days ago, but I know now that I love you and am willing to always be there for you, if you'll let me." he kissed the top of my head and I just nodded, giving the guy I was certain I fell for a yes.