Stay With Me

Chapter 1 Part II: Liberty Choi

My mind's a mess right now. Multiple scenarios that happened today are replaying in my head over and over again.

"Liv, there's just so much going on in my life right now. I don't want to do this with you anymore. I think we've both known for a while now that it's better for everyone involved that we break up." A text. She broke up with me using a fucking text.

"I'm sorry Ms. Choi but the school board has received multiple complaints from parents saying that they are uncomfortable with the idea of exposing their children to.. uh.. someone like..you." I can't fucking believe this, "And by someone like me you mean someone who's gay, someone who isn't afraid to be herself?" Guilt is written all over his face but his guilt means nothing to me right now. The damage is done. I scoff out loud when he avoids looking at me in the eyes and doesn't say anything else. 

Someone bumps into me or I bump into them, I'm not really sure and I don't think I really care right now. I hear a faint apology behind me but I just keep on walking forward, I really can't be bothered with manners at the moment.

When I finally arrive at my apartment I unlock the door and honestly just can't wait to lay on my bed and sleep all of my problems away. But as soon as I see the person waiting for me inside I immediately know that that's not gonna happen anytime soon. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I glare at her from where I'm standing.

If my bold choice of language fazes her she does a good job of not letting it show, "As far as I remember, this apartment belongs to me Liv. So now that we're not together anymore I'm kicking you out." Okay, now I know I was crazy for ever being with this bitch. "Go to hell," I say as I sit down on the couch determined to make a stand, "I payed for most of the furniture here, it's my apartment just as much as it is yours."

"Then you can take the furniture with you when you go, I don't really care as long as you move out."

"No, Elle. You can't do this to me, this isn't fair. First you break up with me via text and now you're kicking me out without at least a warning? This is fucking low even for you." I stand up from the couch trying to calm myself down.

"We've been avoiding each other for days, so don't tell me that it's my fault you're stupid enough to not take that as a hint. Face it Liberty, you're toxic, you're a fucking pain in my ass, and I'm done wasting my time on you." She says.

If I said to myself that the words she just spoke didn't hurt me then that would be a huge lie. I hold back the tears that are threatening to fall and leave the apartment without another word. I won't be the kind of person who forces myself onto others, if Elle wants to me leave then I'll leave. Only, I don't know how I'll do that because I am now unemployed which makes it impossible for me to get my own apartment.

I spend the rest of the day walking around the city, but I don't really pay attention to where I am or to where I'm going. I receive a text message from Elle saying that I have until the end of the week to get my shit together. Today is Monday so that only gives me five days to figure this out. Since I just moved here a few months ago I don't know anyone else in the city. All of my other colleagues at the school were either homophobic assholes or were too afraid to get involved with me, so I didn't really make any acquaintances let alone friends.

I cross the street not really paying attention to anything, preoccupied with everything that's going on in my head.

I can't go back home, that's not even a fucking option. I exhale a deep sigh not really knowing what to do and feeling stuck. Suddenly I hear multiple people shouting frantically behind me making me aware of where I am, I'm in the middle of the fucking street! I look to my left and I see a truck heading straight to where I'm standing. For some reason I can't seem to move, my brain has completely stopped working and all common sense has been thrown out the window.

I brace for the impact of the truck to hit me, but the impact I feel is a lot lighter than a full sized truck. It feels like a person just tackled me. The next thing I know I'm on the ground, my side and maybe my head hitting the concrete. I look around confused as to what just happened, everything feels hazy and my head is pounding. To my left I see a woman who has one of her arms around me and she seems to be asking me a question but I can't figure out what she's saying. "What?" I ask, she must been the one who tackled me, but why? And suddenly it clicks, the truck! Did she just save me from getting hit by the truck? Did I almost die? 

Why does my head hurt so bad? I groan in pain, "Miss? Miss are you okay? Oh God please tell me you're alive." The woman repeats over and over. "My head hurts." I murmur back before everything turns black.

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"She only... a... so we just.... her here for a few... for further....." I hear someone speaking, but I can't really comprehend what their saying. I try to open my eyes but end up immediately closing them again due to the sting of the bright lights above me. Is this heaven? Am I dead?  I ask myself.

"She's waking up!" I hear another voice say, a voice that's quite familiar but I don't know where I've heard it from before.

I try to open my eyes once again and I'm met with two unfamiliar faces. My face must show my confusion because one of them steps closer to me and says, "Good evening Liberty, can I call you Liberty?" I nod or at least I think I do because she continues, "Well Liberty, I'm Dr. Liana, I'm the doctor that's been assigned to you." 

"What happened?" I ask, my mind in a state of complete confusion. "You don't remember?" I shake my head no at the question, everything is just such a blur. "I remember some parts but to be honest all of it is just a big blur to me." The doctor nods in a way that seems to be in understanding. 

"Well, there's no gentler way to put this so; you were almost hit by a truck Liberty, but you were saved by Miss Evans." She gestures to the woman beside her. We seem to be around the same age, "Fortunately, you only have a mild concussion from hitting your head on the ground but other than that everything else seems to be fine. We just need to keep you here for a couple days to make sure that everything really is okay." I nod and Dr. Liana announces that she has to attend to another patient so she excuses herself and leaves the room. 

"It's nice to officially meet you Liberty, my name's Demi Evans," Her face lights up into a smile as she rolls up her sleeves and reaches her hand out to me to offer a handshake, but what really catches my attention are the numbers that are suddenly appearing on her arm. I close my eyes and open them again. The fuck? What kind of drugs did they give me when I was out? Demi seems to have noticed that my attention is directed to her arm because the smile on her face slowly drops, her expression turns into a mixture of confusion but also disbelief,  it's as if she knows what I'm seeing and she can't believe I'm seeing it. So I take the risk of this complete stranger thinking that I'm delusional and ask, "I'm sorry but, what the fuck just appeared on your arm?"

-end of chapter one part II-