How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.

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44. Chapter Fourty-Three

Author's Note:

Oh my gosh guys, I feel terrible. So bad. I haven't been sticking to my schedule and I feel like a shitty person because of that but I am going to try to fix that by writing more than one chapter at once so yeah that will help, I think, I hope. But there's the story! Sorry it's so short!

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 I stare at the bright red letters in front of me. It's been two months, it's now December so close to Christmas and Nash has somehow ended up in this hell hole. I sigh and the doors open and I'm hit with a wave of warm air and I am oh so lucky to see a dead body wheeled right past me an arm hanging out from under the white sheet.

Nice.

"Um, hi." I walk up to the desk. A nurse smiles up at me. "I was wondering where Nash Grier's room is?" I ask quietly I almost think she doesn't hear me as she looks confused but nods smiling.

"Nash! Right this way." She hops up.

Thank god, I didn't want to repeat myself. I follow her and I tune out her words and her peppy voice as it's getting on my nerves.

"So are you a friend?" I catch those words.

Am I? I'm in no place to say I'm his girlfriend. But I'm technically more than a friend.

"It's complicated." I mumble, I don't care if she didn't hear me.

She opens a door and gestures for me to go in. I take careful steps in and she shuts it behind me.

My heart beats a little faster as he smiles sleepily at me.

"You came." He croaks.

I smile and nod, sitting in the chair.

It's silent and I'm not very comfortable with it as he watches me. What exactly do you say to someone who tried to hang them self?

I bite my lip, "I, uh, I'm glad you're still here." I whisper not even sure if he caught it.

"Pardon?" He didn't catch it at all.

I shut my eyes tight. "I'm glad you're still here, I mean hanging yourself is a sure fire way to die."

"That's what I thought too." He says it so casually I think I didn't hear him right.

Another silence falls and I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk again. This is all too real. It feels like I'm dreaming but I know I'm not cause I keep snapping that rubber band on my wrist.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"It helps me, if I feel like I'm slipping away from reality or ya know just if I feel like self harming." I explain and he nods slowly.

There's a silence. Again.

My phone vibrates and I hold the sigh of relief as I see it's an excuse to leave.

Cameron

We need to talk

It vibrated as I was about to put it away

Cameron

Like now xx

I slid it back in my pocket. "I gotta g-"

"No. Please. Don't leave me." He grabs my wrist.

There were tears in his eyes. Sit down Skylar. Sit your small ass down.

"I can't. Here. You need it more than I do anyway." I shrug, slipping the band on his wrist.

His baby blue eyes are drowning in sadness as a tear rolls down his cheek. I take in a sharp breath and walk out of the room. I pull my phone out and quickly tap out a message.

Alright. See you soon.

 

 

 

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