15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"

Moment of Relief

I wake on a bed. I was still in the master bedroom. Rikkun must've helped me up to lay me. I look to where I got shot at. Fainted stained blood bandaged. I look over to the nightstand. A plate had my blood stains and the bullet. There was no way Rikkun could've done that. Could she? I look to the tapes next to me. On my side. She must've placed them in my ears during my "sleep". Did I pass out or did she do something?
I start to sit up, still sore and a little pain. The cold air hit my shirtless torso.  I watch as Rikkun enters the room. Small smile as she sits on the edge of the bed. "I thought you said you were going to get help?"
Rikkun closed her eyes, annoyed. "I did. Luis stupid mom was the one who had shot you. So I told my friends to get her back. I was looking for supplies for you. Ding dong." She looks at my healing wound. "It was near your heart. Lucky your ribs were able to block it out. Surprisingly no bone fracture or major torn muscle tissue. The stitching isn't bad, but I did my best." I blink in amazement. I know she took Medical classes but she told me she was failing it. For a person who isn't working at a hospital that's amazing. I look at my bandage. She must've been panicking a little doing so. That's so crazy. "Why didn't you let me die?" The words slip out. She stands up, "We're not doing this." Her tone completely changed. I knew I hit a button that triggered her. "Why, Rikkun?"
"You know, I saved you for your life and the sake of your parents and family. You talking like that doesn't grant my return." She folds her arms and leans on one foot. Her eyes so averted. "You want to die so fucking badly. You live a perfect lying world. If you think you're the only Sanner around think again." She points to the small knife she must've used to open my wound a little bigger to get the bullet out. "There's your option. I did you a favor in saving your life. I did it for you."
"Then if you did it for me why did you cut before and not tell me anything!"
"I didn't want to cause stress and worry to you. You never bother to help me when I fell on my knees, but I helped you. I stood up nights for you! And this and that is the thanks I get back."
"You're wrong. I was always there for you. You always pushed me away-"
"Speak for yourself. Clay. I played mommy. I played lover. I played everything for your happiness and please. I'm not adding the fact I bought you things, but even a little cheap could've made me feel a little noticed." I saw the water in her brown eyes. "When you said all that. It made me feel worthless. I never told you anything because I was afraid both roads would cross. That's OK. Your family's health is more important than my breaking soul." She starts to leave the room. "I'm just better off as a memory."
Before I could say her name she closes the door. I pull my hand down. Tears pouring down my face and my heart beating in pain. I look at the picture on the walls. So many families and people, but I never saw Rikkun. I look at the small knife. I could, but like Rikkun had told me. "Where would that get you?" I kick my legs over the bed and stand. I try and run to the door, despite the pain in my chest.

I open the door and look around, "Rikkun!" No answer. I didn't see her anywhere. I go outside. The car was still there. I check the backyard. Nothing. My heart starts to panic. No! I can't lose her again! I ran out through the front.
"Rikkun!!"