He was there the whole time I was. Watching, waiting. Maybe waiting for me to unexpectedly break down. I guess I was too. I was waiting for me to finally to give up on myself. But I couldn't , not with him here. He was the one keeping me going. I couldn't quite understand why he tried so hard. He didn't even understand. Or did he? I couldn't expect him to believe me, and jump on this crazy train ride. But I couldn't tell him no either. He just wouldn't give up. He stayed with the whole time. During the day, at night he slept in the extra bed, clinging onto my hand. And I guess it was okay. Because I was falling for him.
***Blake***
I was there for three days straight. I was holding her hand and never letting go for even one second. I watched her sleep, making sure that she was alright. She scared me when I saw the blood. And Seeing her blood killed me. The dark tainted liquid all over her, all over me. I hadn't eaten after I almost lost her. My mother would sneak in food, but I just threw it away. I didn't matter right now, it only mattered that she was okay. I wasn't going to be fine without her. Then seeing the blade in her hand. It killed me inside. I didn't want her to die, I knew she'd try again if things got bad, or got even worse.
It was then that I vowed that I'd only let her be happy. She meant to much. I had no doubt that the feelings I had for her were real, that she was meant for me and it hurt that she didn't feel the same. But maybe I could make her fall for me. Maybe she would understand how much I needed her, how badly I wanted her. It wasn't easy for me you know. It was a lot harder than it seemed to hide your love for someone. For someone you didn't even know...
*Blake*
She was in the hospital for a long time. Or at least that's how it felt in my mind and my heart. I hadn't had sleep or anything to eat since she tried to kill herself. What was she thinking? Why would she do that to herself. Not to me, but to herself. She was beautiful, amazing, pure. She was too good to try things like that. But the pain, the hurt, the memories got to her. And I could see it in her eyes. Believe me, I could see it. She was hurting, struggling with the reality that her past, her memories would always be with her.
All I could do was give her hope..
