He Saved Me

Chapter Three

"It's getting out of hand."

It got out of hand a lot time ago, honey, I thought. I opened my mouth to say it, decided that it was best not to. I wasn't sure if I could even get words out at this point. I did move in my seat though, because my legs were starting to get numb. I was sitting in a navy blue chair in the hospital waiting room, and I kept my eyes half closed and my hair falling in front of my face because I didn't like how bright the lights were.

My mother stood in front of me, pacing back and forth. Her blood-red heels clicked and clacked as she walked against the tile and I found myself watching them. One foot after the other. Left, right, left, right. My eyes roamed up her body, taking in her designer jeans and her off-the shoulder top. Her own aubern hair ended just below her breast, and it was the exact color mine was. Except hers was silky and smoothe, where mine was...well, a hot mess.

She kind of looked like a slightly older version of Daphne from Scooby Doo. She had the body for it anyway. She was more fit than I was, with curves in all the right places, slender legs but good sized hips. Her lips were never red, always pink, thanks to her thirty dollar tube of lipstick that she re-stocked her bathroom with at least once a week and her skin was poreless and beautiful, without a flaw in sight. I don't look like my mother, not at all. Yeah, we have the same hair but that's it. I got my father's green-blue eyes and there's just something about her. She has this cloud that floats around her. Something like power. Confidence.

She turned to me, and her light blue eyes glowed a color that was somewhat scary, especially with the lights so bright in this hospital room. I've always hated bright lights. In the dark you can hide so many things. Your secrets, your personality, your appearance. Nobody has to know who you really are, if you're in the dark.

I thought about what she'd want to hear. Usually, when something like this happens I just say "Sorry mom, I really am getting better," and she'll drop it and let me crawl under my covers with a hot chocolate and a bowl of something yummy until morning. This was worse than the past times though...usually it was just a small breakdown in front of the family, but never something as big as this where the principal got so scared that she called the ambulance. The whole time I tried to tell her that I was fine, just give me my jacket and keys and I'll be on my merry way but I was still shaking like crazy, so the affect didn't work out as I had hoped. 

She'd probably want to hear, "What are you talking about, mommy? I'm perfectly fine. Great, in fact. Derek and Lauren are coming over this weekend, and we're gonna go swimming. Is it okay if I invite some other people too?" That's what old Karly would have said. But I wasn't old Karly.

Usually, I feel fine lying to my mother. I used to do it all the time, still do, everytime she asks, "How are you feeling?" and I answered, "Fine." But this tiime was different. I felt the need to tell her the truth.

"It is out of hand."

Surprised, she turned to me, hands on her hips and the corner of her pink lips turned down. She may look like the basic L.A bitch, but she's not. She loves me, somewhere in there, and I love her too. When she wasn't yelling, that is.

Several expressions crossed her face in about a split second. Surprise, fear, disappointment, knowledge, and then confidence. Confidence was the only one that stuck there. “It’s time for a change.”

My eyes narrowed. What kind of a change was she talking about? It’s not like she could bring Cody back from the dead. If she could, then I could, and if I could then the shaggy boy would be sitting next to me right now, laughing, a smirk kissing his lips.

“What kind of change?”

Mom was completely full of power now, like a queen ordering around her stupid little peasants. “You need to get out of here, honey?”

“You want me to leave the hospital so that you can be alone or-”

“Not from the hospital.”

It took me a second to understand what she was saying. “From Timber? Oh, no way in hell.”

“It’s not up for discussion.”

Panic ran through  my body. “Where are you going to send me? Grandma’s house?!”

It was good threat. She didn’t have anywhere to send me, not really. But she just kept that sturdy look on her face and crossed her arms like a pouty five year old. “London.”

I didn’t really register the fact that she said London, all I got was that I was leaving Timber. “I can’t leave Timber! It’s all that I have left of him!”

I didn’t realize that it was true until I said it. This little town in Indiana was all that I had left of him. He was everywhere here. I saw him just driving around town. Walking down the sidewalk, buying candy at the store, playing lacrosse with Derek. His spirit lived here. If I left Timber, it would be like leaving Cody. I couldn’t have that.

Mom was still talking, without me paying attention. “He’s too overwhelming to you here. In order for you to forget about him, you have to get away from here. London will be a great clean new slate. You’re sixteen, you can stay by yourself. Oooohhh, I can send you with a credit card or two and maybe you could even actually buy some decent clothes and fix your hair! Of course, when daddy and I went to London a while ago we bought a flat so you could stay in that, it’s in the city and everything-”

“Do I even have a choice here?!” I asked, and even I could hear the panic in my crumbling voice.

“No.”

I collapsed into the chair. I would be leaving Timber....and Cody.

I wrote this three times! Wattpad kept not publishing it, and I could have to force quit firefox and this it would be GONE! so sorry if it's short, I kind of got annoyed...next one will be longer!(: and one direction will be coming soon!