Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 16- Grace

Page isn't here.

Not here.

Not

Here.

This is your life if your parents weren't jerks.

If your parents weren't jerks you would've never met Page.

You would've been at a Green Day concert that day instead of at school.

Page would've gotten teased during the entirety of gym class and wished you were there to save her. Wished you knew she existed.

The words echoed in my ears as I took deep breaths.

No!

No no no no no!!

She cant-!

No!

But she can. And she did. Begging for your love, Page jumped off of the school, a suicide note in her jacket pocket, saying that she loved you and that she was sorry.

I sobbed as I "remembered" the day.

Everyone went outside to try and tell Page not to do it.

The staff, the students, they even called the police to help.

But she smiled and replied "None of you care. You just don't want some suicide to be on your hands. All of you hate me. The teacher's yell at me, the students make fun of me, the police have arrested me dozens of times. All of you hate my guts and want me dead."

"I don't!" I yelled.

Page laughed.

"Oh now you show up. Not when Veronica was stealing my clothes and my towel in gym class or calling me names and cutting me and beating me up or when my mom slit her wrists. Now you show up." She laughed again.

"You never noticed me. I stared at you every day, waiting for you to notice me. Waiting for you to walk over and introduce yourself and crash your lips against mine. Hell, I bet you're straight."

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this could save her life.

"I'm not. Not fully, at least."

"You're just lying. Just like the hotline. You all lie. I'm done with it." And with that, she threw herself off the building.

I screamed as she came closer to the ground, before landing with a Splat.

I sobbed as the "memory" faded and it was just me and Page's mutilated corpse.

I sobbed, collapsing next to her.

Then, suddenly, Jane appeared.

She was on the ground, a knife in her chest, blood puddling underneath her.

I cried harder.

You couldn't have just been happy, could you?!

No, you had to go and fuck it up. My dad's voice echoed ominously in the darkness.

There was the sound of fingers snapping and I was back at my house.

My mom and dad sat at the kitchen table.

My dad slapped me.

"What were you thinking?!" He snapped.

There was pure hatred in his eyes- the same as my real dad when he looks at me.

For a second, the house shrunk back to my small apartment and my mom sat on the couch, snorting cocaine, as my dad hit me again. They were both a mess again.

And then it was gone and we were back in the huge house with my mom sitting at the kitchen table and my dad in front of me.

His eyes went back to being caring and he gasped.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" He said, getting an ice pack to put on my face.

I continued to sob.