Fangs

Chapter 4

(A/N: This might be a bit confusing so this first part is a diary entry. For some reason the first half of the chapter is also in present tense. Oops.)

February 10th, 20_____

I'm thinking about it. Not just about it, committing it. "Committing." It sounds like such a serious word, it makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, but I know I'm not. Dad left, Aaron left, Sophie left. It's becoming a trend, one that tends to hurt, a lot. I know they're better off without me, Everyone's better off without me. And my family, well, I'm better off without them. We all know I'm not going to get my father back, and there is nothing they can do about it. He was the one I shared stuff with in our family. The one I knew I had a stronger connection too. I don't know where he is. In a way, I hope he is dead, maybe then I'll see him soon. Very soon. What if he went to hell? What if I go to hell? Well, it certainly seems like I deserve it right now.

Mom, if you are reading this, know that I never meant to hurt you, I'm just stuck in a hole that I can't get out of.

I close my diary and put it on the shelf next to me. Whoever finds me finds it, too. I look down at the collection of pills in my hand. Most of them are blue and white, with the exception of one red one. That would be me, I think, the outcast with no friends and no family. In my other hand I hold a glass of water. There's nothing in my way now.

"Ding, Dong." Except for that. The doorbell lets off a noise and then settles back down. I bring the pills towards my mouth.

"Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong." I figure I should go get it, I don't want them too suspicious. I go downstairs and pull open the door. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this.

Aaron pulls me into a large embrace.

"You're alive!" He screamed, right into me ears.

"Ow." He takes that as a cue to let go of me, noticing the pill in my hand. I nod, weirdly smiling.

"Saved by the bell. How are you here?" He just taps his head. "Right, telepathy. I didn't think that that could work long distance."

"It usually doesn't, but our connection stayed open."

"Why are you here, then?"

"I couldn't just let you die." He sat down. "When I left you, I made a big mistake. Something happened between us that day, and now, we need each other." He pulls me towards him, and for a second, I let myself believe he is my father, coming home from a day at work. Nothing is perfect, but everything is fine.

Sophie came over a bit later. After telling Aaron what had happened, he had suggested we should talk. She let herself in, she knew where the spare key was, and came up to my room, where I was lying in my bed. I had told her what had happened over the phone. She sat down on the bed and said softly,

"I'm sorry."

"No," I said even softer. That took her by surprise.

"What do you mean, no?" She was confused, though I didn't know why, it seemed pretty straightforward. I sat up.

"I mean no, the opposite of yes. No, you're not sorry. You left me. You were my only friend. You're not sorry, and you never will be. You weren't there for me then, and I know you never will be again."

"I could try. I was wrong." A tear rolled down her cheek, but I didn't care.

"No. You weren't. We weren't meant to be friends. I'm over you now, so I think it would be best if you left." She left the room, stunned. I lay back down, almost smiling, in a way, satisfied with myself.

(A/N: Wow, that was short, but it seems fine, so I'll leave it. PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT)