Unchangeable\\ Labbie Fanfiction

Chapter IV

Liza POV

G:*whispers* love you.

I stay hugging her whilst in shock. Did she just say what I thought she said? 

G: come on, let's go watch some more Netflix.

L: don't you have to go home?

G: oh no. After I found them I ain't leaving till I know I can.

L: your next door.

G: there is multiple walls between us. Your life and your pain are on the same side, and I want to change that.

L: then you'll get the pain.

G: and I don't care.

L: but you have to things to live for. I'm just a disappointment to my parents.

She walks closer to me.

G: don't you ever say that. You are amazing, ok. It'll get better.

L: what's the point though.

G:point of what?

L: life? I'm just a lifeless soul in an alive body. My parents hate me, I am a disappointment and life would just be better without me.

She gots close enough so our heads touch. She's looking down at me, and I'm looking down at the ground.

G: don't you dare ever fucking say that Liza. You are needed. You are loved. You are fucking worth living. Your parents, fuck them.

L:——

G: you are loved Liza. I love you.

A tear runs down her face.

G: I fucking love you. If I didn't I wouldn't be here. I would have left hours ago. But I wanted to stay. Cause I fucking love you Liza!

I crouch down and hold my head in my hands. I feel her crouch next to me.

I stand up to go to my room. Gabbie stands in front of me.

G: I need to check it first. And that's not happening until your under supervision.

Gabbie POV

I ring up Kristen while watching Liza.

K: hello?

G: hey, you know that girl Liza I told you about?

K: yeah?

G: I need you to watch her

K: you said she was 18

G: I'll explain if she doesn't. Just watch her. Don't let her leave the room your in.  

K: I'm not treating her like a child.

G: I'll text you why, just trust me.

K: fine, it better be important.

Call ended

G: get what you need, you going to one of my friends for the day.

I get out my phone, keeping an eye on Liza. I open Kristen's contact.

G: she's suicidal. I found her razor and she told me how no one loves her and her parents hate her.

K: sorry.

G: no worries. Just try to get sharp objects out of your room.

K: why are you being so protective?

G: trust me, it's for Liza's sake. Been there done that, you do anything you can.

K: ok.

I look at Liza, whose walking out with her phone and her wallet.

G: I'll drive you there.

L: Kay.

I walk out with her to the car and as I sit in the drivers seat, I remember something.

G: can I have your phone?

She hides her phone away. I put my hand out.

G: give it.

L: why.

G: please Liza.

L: why?

G: I'll call your mum.

L: mmm.

G: 1...2....3

L: fine!

She puts her phone on my hand. I take the case off, and a razor falls out. I don't even show her my disappointment. I shake her phone, but I don't hear anything unusual.

G: that it?

L: yep.

I pull away, locking the doors and windows.

L: you said you would stop harassing me.

G: I know but after what you told me if I did that it would dangerous.

It was a silent drive to the boys house. I unlock the doors so she can let herself out. I walk around the car and wait for her to get out the car. She gets out the car and I walk behind her to the door. She knocks and Kristen opens it.

K: hey! 

G: hey. This is Liza.

L: hi.

G: I'll be back in a few hours, or less I actually don't know.

K: alright. Have fun!

G: haha, I'll try

Kristen POV

I pull her inside and lead her to my room. We sit down on the bed, and she looks around.

L: why is she being so protective?

I think about if I should tell her. I deliberate, then decide I'll call Gabbie first.

K: sorry, I've got to call Gabbie

I ring up Gabbie while keeping an eye on Liza 

G: hello

K: can I tell Liza about what happened a few years ago?

G: sure, I don't mind.

K: thanks.

Call ended

K: so

L: so

I walk back to the bed and sit down closer to her.

K: a few years back, Gabbie was in the same position that you are. Except she had an eating disorder too. She would cut, and cut, and cut, and no one noticed. She would wear long black hoodies in 45 degree(Celsius) days, no one noticed. I found a razor, but I couldn't find the courage to tell her. One day, she cut too deep, and ended up in a coma. 

I haven't forgiven myself, and I never will. After she got better and I told her that I knew, she wasnt mad, or disappointed, she just let it go and kept walking forward. After that, we made a promise to each other that if we found red flags, such as razors or laxatives, and could pin point whose it was, we take appropriate action. She takes more action than I do, cause she doesn't want people to go through what she did.

L: shit.

K: she is just worried, ok.

L: fuck.

K:yeah. Do you want to meet the boys?

L: are you in their group chat?

K: yeah, why?

L: you know how they were talking about picking that girl up 

K: yeah?

L: that was me.