No, I wasn't head cheerleader in high school nor did I date the captain of the football team. I wasn't popular and all the things you'd expect from the main character, very sorry to disappoint. I did, however, graduate top of my class and was on the...
I stood there, unable to move as I took in the scene in front of me.
There she was, lying in her own blood in the bathtub. She was pale and her damp hair, very dark, she looked my age if not a bit older. Her eyes were screwed shut, and I was fixed to where I was standing, horrified.
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I'm sorry. You were right, but you know that already, don't you?
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you Lil, but now you won't have to worry about me hurting anyone anymore.
You don't have to worry about me anymore.
And now, Pip. Now you can finally be happy.
~Kayleigh.
***
Confusion washed over me as I tried to comprehend the handwritten letter I held in my hand. In my hands was someone's suicide note.
My mind was racing and I didn't know what to think. I had a million thoughts rushing through my head, and even more questions that remained unanswered.
Kayleigh was taken to the hospital by an ambulance. There was now a crowd of people outside the apartment building, gossiping amongst themselves.
Luckily, we found Kayleigh in time - even though she wasn't fully conscious when she was carried away by the ambulance.
The cuts on her arms were severe, she would be staying in the hospital for a while. All this in a weird way, reminded me of why I was here in New York to begin with. To help people.
Even still, that was not how I expected my first day in to pan out.
My expectations were to come here and meet my new roommate.
In my head, this could've gone two ways. One, meet a kind and slightly pushy sweetheart that I would soon learn to tolerate and we'd quickly become friends.
The second option was to meet a complete bitch who would try to make my life a miserable hell hole.
I was ready for either but this, was not on my list.
"It was a relief that you found her when you did. And that you acted fast." One of the paramedics said to me before she left.
This was all so overwhelming. I needed to breathe. I watched as a number of people from the building filmed everything. Kayleigh could've got serious hurt and all they care about is filming all this on their overpriced phones?
Insensitive fucks.
I don't need this. Not when school is starting in two weeks. This is just too much.
My mind then trailed back to the note, that was now no longer with me. Kayleigh felt guilty about something. About something she did to "Lil". And whatever a "Pip" is. Nickname maybe?
I sighed and closed my eyes. What the hell happened here?
Kayleigh's suicide attempt brought back unwanted memories from high school and I hated it. I hated the feelings it brought back and the helplessness I felt years ago.
The hand on my shoulder startled me. "Are you okay, honey?" an all too familiar voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see my mother with the look of concern painted across her face.
I wrapped my arms around my mom. "This is just an overload." I said into her shoulder. "It's just like-"
"I know." my mother said. "I know, Ness." she hugged me tighter.
***
I plugged my earphones in and laid on my new bed in my new apartment.
Mom tried to fight me about it but I convinced her that I had to be left alone and that it was too late to start looking for a new apartment. Most people would think I was crazy to stay and maybe I was. And maybe this was a sign to run, but... maybe it wasn't.
My new room was cozy but very much plain. The beige walls and grey closets were lacking personality, but I would deal with that later. The sliding door that opened to the balcony was now open and there was another sliding door on the balcony they lead to Kayleigh's room. The view was calming. Relaxing. Definitely what what I need.
After some time of listening to music and enjoying the breath-taking view, I decided to start unpacking all of my clothing. I needed to do something to take my mind off of the events of the day.
As soon as I was done and all my things were neatly packed and the room started to look more like my own, I changed into a pair of shorts and a white pajama shirt. I swapped my shoes for thick socks and let my hair fall onto my shoulders.
When I made my way to the living room I heard a loud knock on the door.
The hell?
I immediately became uneasy. I just moved in. I knew no one at all here.
Probably a friend of Kayleigh's, I thought. Trying to ease my mind.
I glanced over at the silver clock that was mounted on the wall.
19:46
Yep. This is definitely weird.
Out of sheer caution I grabbed the first thing I saw. A spoon.
What the hell is that going to do?
I opened the door anyway, spoon in hand of course, and my eyes were met with a short figure that had short brown hair. They wore denim shorts and a pink off-shoulder top.
"Who the hell are you, and why are you in Kayleigh's apartment?" she immediately questioned.
Rude.
"Excuse me? This is my apartment. Who are you? " I asked her, waving the spoon in the air.
"Lillian. This used to be my apartment and what do you mean you live here?" She arched her brow. Her response had a lot less attitude than before.
"Exactly that." I said and closed the door before she could continue.
(You've made it through the second chapter! Thank you for reading. I'd love to know what you all think of the new load of information you've received in this chapter. Ha.
