Death of the Perfect Girl

75- The Bloody Water

     Poppy sat in Liam's car staring out the window. The rain hit the window and rolled down the glass, causing a white cold sheet to cover it. Poppy slowly lifted her finger. She drew a circle on the window directly above her brows.

"It's not funny anymore," she furrowed her brows.

"What isn't?" Liam looked at her then he looked at the road.

"Wanting to die."

Liam furrowed his brows. "What are...what are you talking about-"

"I want to die," Poppy turned to him.

He snorted trying to avoid the conversation. "Don't we all?"

"See? That's what I'm talking about. You don't really want to die. But you joke about it because you think you do. Do you want to kill yourself Liam? Like, be completely honest with yourself? Would you kill yourself if you could?"

Liam blinked from bewilderment. He gripped the steering wheel then he shrugged. "No...I wouldn't. It's a crazy idea to have-"

"So, I'm crazy now? I mean, aren't we all?"

Liam looked at Poppy.

She turned back to the window drawing a dot in the middle of the circle, forming a target on her forehead.

*  *  *

Noah sat in a bathroom stall weeping. He buried his face in his hands and let his pain run down his arms and soak his sleeves.

The bathroom door opened and two boys walked in.

"Dude, he could be dead," one of then whispered.

"He's not," the other sounded nervous.

"We f*cked up, man-"

Noah stepped out of the stall.

It was Chris and another one of Noah's teammates. They stared at him.

He walked over to the sink and washed his hand.

Chris stepped closer to him. "You okay, man?"

"Good," Noah nodded. Then he looked at himself in the mirror. "You're fine."

*  *  *
Sadie sat in the nurse's office with swollen lids.

"I don't understand how you could spray yourself in the eyes with that much spray?" The nurse touched Sadie's chin and turned her head to the side. "Sadie are you sure-"

"I'm sure. I did this. No one else."

"Okay," the nurse walked over to her cupboards.

Sadie bowed her head and frowned. Was all of this really worth it?

*  *  *

Poppy got out of the car in the rain. "Fisher!" She looked around the back alley trying to peer though the heavy rain.

Someone laid on the ground in the distance.

Poppy made her way closer to them. "Fisher?"

The person laid face down in a puddle of water, his white pollo shirt, brown and drenched, and stuck to his skin. His arm were spralled across the ground as if he was trying to hug it and his pants seemed to be missing.

Poppy quickly screamed Liam's name. She dropped to her knees and wept, lifting Fisher off the muddy ground. She held him in her arms and sat down, her jeans becoming soaked in dirty water.

Liam came running. His face turned pale when he saw them.

Poppy held Fisher in her arms, then tucked her arms under his. Her hair was soaked, laying flat on her head. Fisher laid half naked, his legs across the ground and upper body on Poppy's lap. His face was covered in bloody water, barely recognizable.

Liam looked around for Fisher's pants, then he realized that it was no use. He tucked her arms under Fisher's legs and around his back and lifted him. He and Poppy ran to the car. Poppy quickly opened the back door. Liam laid Fisher inside. Poppy got in with him shutting the door. Liam got into the car. "I know a hospital near by," he started the car.

Poppy stared at Fisher and wept. She took off her soaked sweater and wrapped it around his waist then she kissed his forehead. Resting his head on her lap. She stared at him. His pulse was fine. He was breathing. But he just wouldn't wake up. She cried. "I love you! Fisher, wake up! WAKE UP!"