Isabelle and Caden sat quietly as they waited for the rest of the members to arrive. Caden was taping his foot and couldn't sit still as he kept glancing around. He was anxious to tell the group members the terrible news. Isabelle on the other hand was sitting quietly watching him fidget. She wasn't much of a talker and most of the people in the group had never heard her speak. Caden was amount this group that didn't understand why she was here.
"Can you stop that?" She asked annoyedly looking at his foot. He stopped tapping his foot and glared at the girl with the dark hoodie on. She was a pretty girl with her long red locks and hazel eyes but she hid under a hood since she was 8. Caden had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. They went to the same school but he was on the football team and she barely made an appearance in class.
"Why are you even here?! You know this is supposed to be for suicidal teenagers right? Not just depressed pretty girls who chipped their nail." He angrily hissed. It was unlike him to be so rude to another member but he was a bully at school and Isabelle was use to the tone. It matched her fathers.
"What happened?" She asked kinda interested in the boys viscous behavior. He slowly looked away from her and looked back at the door for the millionth time wondering where the rest of the group was. "There is still a half hour till group. So how abou-"
"WHY DO YOU CARE!?" He cut her off death glaring her from across the room. She quietly stood and pulled her chair over in front of his. He looked at her with disgust than back at the door.
"I don't. Just though since you are judging me that I could hear whats got your jock strap up your ass." Isabelle leaned toward him and said. Caden looked at her with shock not thinking this girl was even capable of sentences before this.
"I mean why the fuck are you here? How about you tell-" Caden began to hiss at her again but she cut him off.
"11 years ago." She said and he shut up to listen to the girl. "I was 7 years old and watched my mom try to kill herself while trying to make me a sandwich. She was on life support for 11 months before my father finally gave up on her. I was there everyday watching her lie there....." Isabelle leaned forward, "lifelessly." Caden was speechless at what he had just heard.
"This group is for suicidal people and people who have lost a love one that way. So how about you shut your mouth about me for a second and ask yourself 'where are my scars?'" She yanked up her sleeve to show her arms covered in dark red and brown slits. "Your getting off easy buster so how about you just spill it!"
"My little sister...." Caden trailed off looking out the windows. His dark eyes got glossy as he blinked back tears. "Shes 11....." he choked back the tears as he ran his hand through his hair.
"She killed herself?" I asked.
"She was being bullied at school." He swallowed hard as his body shook.
"Makes you feel like shit seeing a victim for a person for once." She expressed.
"CAN YOU BE NICE FOR ONE SECOND!? My god damn sister is dead!"
"WHAT!? You want me to say 'sorry for your loss' because I wont. IT DOESN'T BRING THEM BACK. It doesn't lessen the pain!" Isabelle yelled for the first time in a long time back at him. Tears began to stream down Caden's face as he looked at the broken girl in front of him.
"I didn't know." He whispered. Isabelle paused looking at him confused. Caden looked out the window and repeated. "I didn't know."
"What?" Isabelle asked confused.
"I was supposed to protect her from people and I didn't know she felt like I did! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN!" He wept as his head collapsed into his palms.
"Nobody never knows Caden..." Isabelle whispered softly. "Nobody can be saved." She placed her tiny hand on his back and let it lie there as he shook from tears and anger.
"We have therapy because it helps some but nobody knows until the person admits whats going on."
"Shes gone...." He whispered sitting up and looking at her, "It should've been me!" He began to weep again. Isabelle rose from her seat and sat on his leg wiping tears away.
"Use this to better yourself....she would want that wouldn't she?" Isabelle asked as Caden sat there motionless with tears rolling down his face.
He looked up at her and said, "Yeah but I want her
and not everyone gets what they want." He sounded almost angry. Isabelle half smiled as she leaned into his chest and he rest his face on her shoulder. He began to cry again as he held on to her small body. It reminded him of his sisters.
