My Last Word

Chapter 4

When I left the hospital, George was waiting for me in the waiting room. When he saw me, he stood up and embraced me in his arms. As soon as I felt his welcoming warmth surround me, I began to cry. Not because of the current situation, even though that is one of the reasons, but because of everything. Thinking of the conversation with those idiots from school, the way George cared enough to change my lists to be more positive, the fact George is there for me in General really. I began thinking about how different, how more miserable it would be, if he never came. I began crying more at the thought of loneliness, and the fact I probably wouldn't be living due to such pain.

"Shh.." he said softly, tightening the hug, "It's okay.. I'm here.." He allowed me to cry, and I did for a good hour. He didn't ask questions, he just stayed there and listened. That's all he needed to do. I explained that my dad put my mother here, for reasons I do not know, and I felt him tense a bit. "You know, your father isn't really my favourite person at the moment.."

"Please don't hate him," I said softly between tears, "He wasn't always like this. He was nicer, and was full of life. Then he lost his job, went to drinking and-"

"You don't need to continue, I get the picture." He rubbed my back, refusing to let go of me. "I know how bad alcohol can be. Lost my brother to it."

"Your brother?"

He nodded. "Five years older then me. He wanted to be cool, and drank a lot. Then he decided to get behind the wheel.." He began choking up, and I honestly got the picture. Hesitantly, I pressed my lips against his, then quickly tried to pull away to avoid awkwardness. To my surprise, he didn't let me. He kissed me back, then after a few seconds he pulled away, smirking at my now red cheeks.

"I.. I just wanted to thank you.. And you know.. get you to stop talking about your brother.. It's a touchy subject for you and I-"

"It's okay, you don't need to explain." He smiled at me and was about to lean in again when a woman with black hair barged in and embraced me in a strangling hug.

"Oh dear! I am so sorry!" the woman said to me, "You can stay at home with us if you'd like, be in the Guest room, I refuse to have you go back home with that poor excuse of a man you call your father!"

I looked at George, confused, and now he was blushing. "Oh yeah, this is my mom. Mom, I have a feeling you know who she is.."

"It's nice to meet you Mrs...."

"Don't be silly, just call my Sydney!" she said with a grin. I now know where he gets it from.

George looked at me, completely serious now due to the situation, and put an arm around me as he led me to his mothers car. I sat in the back, listening to his mom go on about something, but I wasn't paying attention. I was looking out the window and was deep in thought. I knew things were already messed up, but things were definitely about to change.

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The next day I went to school, because staying alone at home isn't going to help my current situation. So, I went and attended school. Sydney wrote a note for me, excusing the absence of my work and stating that it is done but due to current circumstances I am unable to retrieve them from my home.

Teachers were understanding, and the students were still idiots is short clothing, so the fact that this is still the same was assuring. In English class, I saw George and was about to sit beside him, when Melony shoved me and sat down. She did so in such a quiet way that he didn't even look up, only doing so when she sat down. He gave his friendly smile as I stood back and watch. For some reason, something inside of me felt off. Was it jealousy? I never been jealous before, at least not recently.

She reached for his hand in a flirty and delicate way, and that's when it must of clicked in him, since he pulled away. Melony was not okay with this one bit. She got up, annoyed, and "accidentally" tripped me while I was walking back to my seat.

"Oh, my God! I am so sorry! Here, let me help you up." She smiled softly as she grabbed my hand, then her face went stern as she pulled me closer to get me up as whispered "you will pay for this."

"For what," I whispered back, "I didn't do anything."

"I said stay away."

The teacher came in so she pulled away, but I knew this conversation was not over. He smiled and began his lesson. For a first, I wasn't paying attention and was slowly feeling bad about myself again. I opened my notebook and reread the list George made for me. Reading it over helped a bit, but the fact it didn't do so completely worried me. What happens if it doesn't help at all? What if I stop believing in those words? That was a what if I didn't want to think about.

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After English was lunch, so I went home early. Sydney wasn't home so I didn't have to answer any questions and I completed the homework from period one and two. After that I looked at the clock. I still have an hour. After that, I zoned out.

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Drip..

Drip..

Drip..

Drip..

Drip..

That is what I heard. The sound of dripping. Confused, I looked down and saw a familiar small blade with a red coating, seeing fresh cuts on my arm. I turned to see if the clock in the living room was visible from the bathroom to see how much time I had left, only to see George at the door.

George.

That's when the stinging began. I fell to my knees and whimpered quietly to myself, George running to my aid. He got wet tissue so I won't stain the towels and pressed it against my arm, cleaning the blood as I yelped at the more intense sting. George didn't say a thing, just a hush every now and then when my whimpers got too loud. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't crying because of the pain alone, I felt bad that he was here when he was. I don't remember grabbing the blade, or going to the bathroom, but I wish I snapped out of it sooner, that way I would of been able to clean up before he came home.

After that, I was about to stand up when he didn't let me. He was kneeling in front of me, looking me in the eyes with a mixture of concern and and a bit of anger. "Sam.. We need to talk." I said nothing, so he continued, "this," he gestured to my wrists, "isn't healthy. I understand that things are hard, and from the looks of it this isn't the first time, but I don't want you doing this. Not anymore. I don't want you to feel alone, Sam, you have me now. If that's not enough then I don't know what to tell you because I do care about you, I don't want you to be hurting anymore. I want you to be able to talk to me."

I looked at him, and was speechless. I didn't know what to say, but suddenly guilt washed over me. He must of noticed because his expression softened. "Sam, look I'm sor-"

"Don't be." I cut him off, hugging him tightly, only to have a tighter hug be returned. He then helped me up and told me to take a nap, that sometimes that helps him when he is feeling down. I nodded and did as he suggested. It helped me a bit, but the stinging remained, making my sleep restless. I didn't complain though.

Ever since, George always asked me how my day was, making sure to walk home with me.

Then one day I woke up, and George wasn't there. I went to school anyways, since I couldn't stay home, only to wish I did.

My father decided to pay a visit.

Authors note

Thank you guys for taking the time to read this and sorry for not updating frequently. Well, I guess it is still quicker then most writers but still. I would like to thank the editors, and I apologize to them for not being able to edit this chapter and the last. I wanted the outcome to be more of a.. Surprise.

Enjoy everyone!

Also I am planning on writing ANOTHER book while working on this. Comment if I should or shouldn't.

Thank you guys again!