Searching for Death

Chapter 3

"You have a beautiful name," he said.

"Whatever," I responded I wasn't one to take compliments.

A silence followed. I took the time to look at Parker. He had golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a jawline that was unbelievable. He was a strongly built and tan, by his jacket I could tell he played varsity football at his high school. He was hot. I'm not going to lie. But I shouldn't get into a relationship when I'm going to commit suicide. I don't want to hurt the person I'm with.

"Tell me about yourself Anastasia," he said, flashing his bright smile at me.

"What's there to know," I said looking in the distance and finishing my cigarette.

"Everything, I want to know everything about you,"

"You don't want to get into my life," I said laughing a little.

"Yeah I do," he said smirking.

I rolled my eyes and decided to tell him a little about myself. "My name's Anastasia Peterson, my mother and my sister are dead, my dad's a raging alcoholic, and I'm a new orphan," I said in bitchy tone

Another silence followed.

"Not so sure you want to get into my life now huh?" I said with sass. I was determined to resist any romantic urge and get him away from me.

"Nope. No I'm completely sure I want to get into your life." he said and smiled.

I rolled my eyes again.

"What do you want from me?" I snarled.

"I want to get to know you," he said in a relaxed tone, damn this guy is patient.

"That's bullshit!!" I yelled.

"No it's not actually," he said still calm.

"Why do you want to get involved with me? Why do you want to add more problems to your life?" I said starting to get confused and annoyed.

"Do you want to know the truth?" he asked.

"No please just sit there and talk about unicorns and cake and rainbows and happiness for 5 hours," I said, clearly sarcastic.

"I saw you sitting here, you the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen, depressed and alone. I looked into your eyes and I saw that you were going through some messed up shit and it broke me. I want to get to know you. I want to put light back in your blue eyes," he said truthfully.

I was silent. I was about to say something when one of his jock friends called him,

"Dude are you coming?!"

"No I think I'm going to stay here for awhile, I'll catch up with you!" he shouted back.

"Why didn't you leave?" I asked.

"Because you need me, I want to help you," he said and grabbed my hand.

I pulled my hand away.

"I need to go back to the hospital to find out my living situation," I said and stood up.

"Can I come with you?"

I sighed. I guess I'll give him a chance.

"Fine"

He just smiled back at me. We crossed the street and he told me about himself. His name was Parker Fields. Parker played football and hockey. He was a senior in high school, only a year older than me. He lived with his Mom and Dad and 7 year old sister, Brynn. When I walked into the hospital the same nurse I had talked to came up to me and hugged me.

"Oh dear, I was so worried about you," she said.

"I'm fine. I went for a walk."

Why was she so concerned about me? I mean, I know she's a nurse but seriously.

"Who's the boy?" she asked

"Parker, he's in high school, I met him while I was out," I said.

She was acting so motherly it was creeping me out.

"Ok, now I need to talk to you about what happened while you were gone." she said less cheery.

I prepared my self for the worst.

"You're father was an abusive alcoholic, I told the police about how you looked and when they went to you're house, he was drunk and passed out on the couch. He no longer is allowed to take care of you. So you have two living options, 1. you can go live in an orphanage in San Francisco and await adoption. 2. you can come live with me. Yes I know you don't know me well but I was your sister's nurse. Your sister had been seeking secret help for her lung cancer for the past 4 months. She told me all about you and your father. She told me everything. She wants you safe and loves you very much. So those are your options, you have an hour to make a decision, choose the direction in which your heart is pointing."