I Need You

The Trip Home pt. 2

Kelsey's POV - Day 2

I feel so dirty. So used. I want to die. How could someone do that? I want to disappear forever. I want to die...

It's the only way to forget. The only way I can be happy again. I look at Michael. He's so handsome. Why would he want a dirty, used woman? I shouldn't let him suffer anymore. I look around for something helpful to use. I grab my purse and look through it. I find a pocket knife Michael gave me. Its pink and he always wanted to make sure I was safe.

If only I had my purse in that restroom... I feel the tears trying to escape. No! No tears! I open the blade in the purse.

I take a deep breath and quickly cut my wrist. I accidentally screamed. Michael looked and swerved. He quickly pulled over and took the knife out of my hand. Of course, I didn't cut in the right place.

"What the hell are you doing? "

He grabs my arm. He looks for something to clean it with. He found some napkins.

I started crying. "I can't stand to live anymore! You shouldn't be with a dirty used woman like me! You don't deserve this! I don't deserve to live! "

He pulls me into his arms, which only makes me cry hysterically.

"Don't you say that! Don't you dare say that! Don't think that, don't say that! I love you Kelsey. If you go, I won't have anything to live for. I love you. You deserve to live. You are not dirty. You're a beautiful, bright young woman. You hear me? Don't say that. "

He starts to stroke my hair. My crying slows down. He doesn't move a muscle. He continues to soothe me.

"Shh. Just go to sleep. I'll be right here. Go to sleep, baby. "

All my crying did make me tired. I slowly drift off to sleep.

Michael's POV

An hour as gone by. I didn't want to drive and then she has a nightmare. That might cause a car accident. But, she seems to be sleeping normally.

I keep my arm around her and use my other to start up the car. It was pretty tough, but I did it. I feel so bad. I shouldn't of ever left her side. How am I going to live with myself?

I have to stay strong for Kelsey. She needs me. More than ever. I look at her arm. She was lucky. She cut right above her wrist. I need to stop somewhere and get a bandage. I need to quickly get her to Anne. Anne will know what to. She always does.

I past by a sign that reads, Healthy Lifestyle Clinic, 5 Miles On Right.

Oh thank God. Her wound needs to be clean. I drive until I see the building. I park in the parking lot. I gently shake Kelsey. She groans.

“Get up, baby. We need to do something. ”

“What? ”

“You need a bandaid. ”

She opens her eyes and looks at the building.

“Where are we? ”

“We're at a clinic- ”

“What- ”

“Calm down. We are just here to clean your cut. Ok? I'll be with you the entire time. ”

“Promise? ”

“Promise. ”

She nodded. I got out of the car and she got out on my side. I closed the door and she grabbed onto my shirt. I had my arm around her as we walked inside the clinic. We walked up to the front desk. There was a big, Hispanic woman sitting there.