She's All Alone Again

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Part 15

“Here’s your ice cream,” Mike said, handing me a large vanilla cone.
“Thanks,” I almost whispered. “Where’s Tre?”
“He’s coming,” he said, looking back in through the door just as Tre came out. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Tre mumbled. He looked at me, then headed toward the parking lot.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Mike asked.
“Home,” Tre said. Mike started to follow him.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Just wait here, okay?”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” I snapped, then followed Tre through the parking lot. “Tre!” I called.
“Go away,” he whispered. “Please, Charlie.”
“Just talk to me, Tre. What’s wrong?” He didn’t say anything, so I kept following him. We kept going through the parking lot, until we were finally out of Mike’s range of vision. “How are you getting home?” I asked.
“I’ll walk,” he said.
“Fine. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Mike told me,” he said. I knew it.
“He didn’t want ice cream, did he? He just wanted to tell you about what a whore I am, didn’t he?”
“You’re not a whore. You had sex with someone you love. That doesn’t make you a whore,” Tre mumbled.
“I don’t love him. In fact, I’m not even sure I really like him. That does make me a whore, Tre.” I blinked at him. “Why does all this bother you so much?”
“Forget it,” he said, turning around and starting to walk again.
“Just tell me, damn it,” I sighed. “I want to know.”
“Why does it matter?” he asked. “I don’t want to try and ruin things between you and my best friend. What kind of loser would I be then? If I screwed things up for him, Mike would hate me and Billie would side with him. I’d have no friends.”
“Mike said that you make friends the easiest of all of them. You have tons of friends.”
“Acquaintances, maybe. But not friends, Charlie. I mean real friends,” he grunted.
“What about me?”
“You wouldn’t hang out with me if it weren’t for Mike,” he said.
“What kind of bitch do you think I am?” I asked. “You’re a great person, Tre. You’re funny, smart, and a hell of a lot more personable than most guys I’ve ever met. I don’t see why you think you’re such a loser. Because you’re not, okay?”
“I am,” he said. “You have no idea. My two best friends ignore me half the time, I’m in a band that’s going no where, my best friend has an awesome girlfriend, and I’m positive the girl I like doesn’t like me.”
He liked someone. I felt my heart drop. So it was determined. Tre didn’t like me. “Tre,” I sighed.
“Don’t worry about me,” he groaned. “You can’t fix my problems.”
“I can help, maybe,” I tried to suggest. “Like the girl you like. Who is she?”
“Can’t tell you,” he mumbled.
“Fine. Why do you like her?” I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was give Tre advice on how to get some other girl to fall for him, but if it was what he wanted, I would help.
“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted.
“No, I want to know. Why do you like her?”
“Well, she’s amazingly beautiful. She’s nice, and funny. She tells it like it is. She doesn’t bullshit people. She’s a lot of fun to be around. I mean, I guess that’s why I like her.”
“Then why don’t you tell her?” I asked.
He blinked furiously, and it took me a second to realize he was trying not to cry. What the hell was going on? Then, almost as if from a bad romance novel, he stared at me and said, “I just did.” He then began sprinting across the parking lot, disappearing almost as fast as I had ever seen anyone run in my life.

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Part 16

“What took so long? And where’s Tre?”
“He went home,” I said, tossing my rapidly melting ice cream cone into the trash can.
“Did you even eat any of that?” Mike asked, but I ignored him.
“Let’s go home,” I mumbled.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I just want to go. I’m exhausted.”
“What was his problem?” Mike asked as we walked toward my car.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. He just had a shitty day at school and was kind of pissed at you for getting laid,” I groaned. As I said that, I felt like I was about to explode. I couldn’t believe I had sex with Mike. As time went on, I regretted it more and more. And he had been a virgin. His first time had been with some girl who was suddenly living up to the title given to her by so many popular bitches.
“Oh,” Mike whispered. “What about you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, kind of surprised Mike would think otherwise. “Why do you ask?”
“You just seem kind of weird,” he said. “And, you know, you’re my girlfriend, so I care.”
“Thanks for caring, but I’m fine,” I lied as Mike slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. We stood there, kissing for a few minutes before a car suddenly honked at us. The car we were standing behind had been waiting to back out since we first started kissing. “Sorry,” I said, although I knew the driver couldn’t hear me, and we moved.
Mike laughed as we walked to my car, but I felt oddly guilty about enjoying time with Mike when Tre was out there, maybe thinking about me. And I had been wrong. Tre did like me.
Shit, I thought. Now not only do I have a crush on my boyfriend’s friend, but he likes me back. I climbed into the car and turned on the air conditioning. “I’m taking you home,” I announced.
“Okay,” Mike nodded, as if I were stating the obvious. I pulled out of the parking lot.
“I was thinking,” I said. “We really rushed into this relationship, didn’t we?”
“Yeah,” Mike said. “This is kind of weird for me. You know, one day I thought you hated me and the next day we were…”
“Yeah,” I interrupted. “It’s really sudden, don’t you think?”
“You don’t want to go out with me anymore, do you?” he asked.
“What? That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying it was really rushed. So how about we take it kind of slow for a while?”
“Kind of slow?” he repeated. “We already fucked.”
When he talked about it like that, it made me think of all the horrible names I had been called by those girls that used to be my friends. “We fucked” made it sound so casual, as if it was nothing, like I was some cheap street corner hooker.
“Well,” I said, trying to ignore his choice of words. “I know, but let’s act like it never happened.”
“I’m 15, Charlie. I can’t screw someone and act like it never happened.”
I couldn’t believe this. “Look, Mike,” I said. “Are you going to go around and tell all your friends that I slept with you? Because I already have a pretty shitty reputation.”
“No,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just, having sex was a really, really huge deal for me. And the last thing I want is to forget about it.”
“Okay,” I sighed. “Well, try not to casually mention it to anyone for a while, okay?”

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Part 17

TRE’S POINT OF VIEW
What the hell had I just done?
Well, for one, I had just ruined two of the best friendships ever. When Mike found out I had a crush on his girlfriend, which he no doubt would, he was going to kick my ass, plus the odds of our friendship ever being the same were slim to none. And Charlie wasn’t going to look at me the same. I knew that much. I wasn’t sure what she thought of all this, but I knew that no matter how she looked at me, this had just added to her load of troubles. And when Billie found out, he would undoubtedly side with Mike, which actually meant I had screwed myself out of three friendships.
I trudged along the sidewalk, hands in my pockets, trying not to cry. I felt like such a moron, crying over such petty things. She was a girl, and sure, there would be others. And besides, why would she like me in the first place? She was older, smarter, funnier, etc. Me dating her would just make me seem less interesting in comparison. But thinking about this didn’t help with the fact that I felt like Charlie had ripped my heart out, taken a bite out of it, then kicked me in the balls.
It started raining. And not just drizzling or anything, but pouring. It was a sudden downpour, coming down in heavy sheets, instantly soaking through my clothes and to my skin. Just my luck, I thought, but kept walking. The sooner I got home, the sooner I could unload all of my thoughts. That’s when I heard a voice. “Tre, get in the car.”

CHARLIE’S POINT OF VIEW
I sat in the car, Mike’s window down and he called at Tre, who was very promptly ignoring him. “Come on, Tre. It’s pouring. Just get in the car.” Tre kept walking, pretending he didn’t hear Mike, but I knew he did. “Please,” Mike begged.
“I’m fine,” Tre finally grunted.
“You’re not walking the entire way home in the rain,” I said. “Just get in the car.”
“No,” he said, picking up the pace a little. A car behind me honked because I was going so slowly, but I ignored him and put on my hazard lights. “Just go, guys. I don’t need a ride.”
“Yes, you do,” Mike pleaded. “Just get in the fucking car and let’s go.”
“No,” he said again, not even looking at us.
“Get in the car or Charlie will run over you,” Mike threatened.
“What?” I asked, staring at him like he was crazy. All of the sudden, the car was pushed forward a couple of feet. I looked in the rearview mirror and realized the guy behind me was bumping me forward. “That stupid fuck,” I growled.
“Just go before this guy gets really pissed,” Tre said. “I’ll be fine.”
“Please, Tre,” I said. “Just get in.”
“No, damn it,” he sighed. “I’m fine by myself.” The guy behind us tapped the bumper again. I put down the window and gave him the finger. “Just go,” Tre said again.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Positive.”
The guy tapped the bumper again and blared his horn. I twitched at the loud noise of the horn and leaned out the window into the pouring rain. “GIVE ME A FUCKING MINUTE!” I screamed at him.
“HURRY UP, YOU BITCH!” the guy screamed out his window.
“That guy called me a bitch,” I almost gasped to Mike.
“Just get the hell out of here,” Tre almost yelled.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Bye.”
“Bye,” he said, continuing to walk.
I sped up the car and headed towards Mike’s house, most of the ride in silence, until Mike pointed out something. “I think this guy is following us.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Mr. Impatient,” he said. pointing behind us. I looked in my mirror and sure enough, there was the guy that had been tapping my bumper.
“Do you really think he’s following us?” I asked.
“Only one way to find out,” Mike said. “How much of a tank you have?”
I checked the gas gauge. “3/4 a tank,” I said.
“Then drive to all sorts of crazy places, but don’t get out of the car. We’ll see if he’s following us,” he sighed.
I nodded, hoping that he wasn’t following us, but subconsciously knowing that he was.

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Part 18...I think

TRE’S POINT OF VIEW
By the time I got home, my legs felt like they were going to collapse. I headed into my room, which was in a horrifically messy state. I moved some dirty clothes off my bed before falling face first onto it, burying my face in my pillow and crying. I felt like such a girl…or an emo kid.
“Tre?” I looked up to see my father standing in the doorway. He held the phone, with his hand cupped over the mouthpiece. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, wiping away the tears and hoping it wasn’t too obvious that I had been crying. I looked at the mirror on the opposite side of the room and saw how red and puffy my eyes were. So much for concealing my tears.
“You sure?” he asked. I nodded. “Well, there’s a call for you.” He held out the phone.
“Hello?” I asked as my dad left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Tre, you’ll never believe what’s happening.”
Mike. The last person I wanted to talk to. “What?” I asked, rather annoyed that I had to talk to him.
“You know that guy who kept tapping Charlie’s bumper?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, my voice cracking slightly.
“He’s following us.”
“What?”
“We’ve been driving around for the past half hour to all these obscure places and he keeps following us,” Mike said. He didn’t sound too concerned, though. In fact, he was kind of laughing.
“You should be on the phone with police, then,” I said. “Not with me.”
“What can the police do?”
“Chase him?” I suggested.
“Fine,” Mike said. “Just thought I’d tell you.”
“Okay. Call the police. Bye.” I hung up. Were Charlie and Mike in trouble?

CHARLIE’S POINT OF VIEW
“You jackass,” I sighed. “I told you to call the police and you called Tre. Now will you listen to me and actually call them? This isn’t funny.”
“Sorry,” Mike said, laughing a little bit as he dialed 911. “Hello? Yes, my girlfriend and I are being followed by some guy in a red Toyota pick-up.” He proceeded to describe where we were and where we were headed, as well as what our car looked like and what the guy looked like. He finally hung up and informed me that the police would be at the high school when we arrived there.
“Since when were we planning on driving to the high school?” I asked.
“Since now,” he sighed. “It’s not that far. They said they’d be in the east parking lot. There’ll be a bunch of them, so he can’t escape.”
“Okay,” I nodded, a feeling in my stomach that this was all too easy. We drove in silence the rest of the way to the school. Something I had noticed in my less than 24-hour period since I started dating Mike that there were lots of moments of silence. I finally saw the school. It was about a mile from the police department, so they were already there. I pulled into the parking lot, the guy obviously not noticing the police cars and pulling in behind us. I parked the car and opened the door, stepping out.
Mike stepped out as well. A few officers got out of their vehicles toward the pick up truck, and some others came over to where Mike and I stood. The police officers had no sooner approached the guy’s car that we heard three gunshots, and two of the officers fell to the ground. I spun around just in time to see the guy point his riffle and shoot Mike.
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed, attempting to jump over and grab him, as if I could make everything rewind and save him. One of the officers grabbed me, pulling me back, as another grabbed her gun and walked towards the man. The officer restraining me pulled me to the ground, kind of helping me hide behind my car. I heard a few more gunshots and looked up, only to see that the guy had collapsed to the ground, clinging to his leg. The one officer let me go and rushed over to help the other officer restrain the guy. “Mike,” I whispered, grabbing his hand. He hadn’t been shot in the heart, I could tell. I looked more like he had been hit in the stomach. I flinched, looking at it. His eyes were partially open, and he was still conscious.
“Hey,” he whispered. “God, this hurts like a sonuvabitch.”
I tried to laugh, but it was too hard, too fake. I just looked at him, the tears streaming down my cheeks. “Don’t talk,” I said. “At least not until some doctor tells you that you can, okay?”
He smiled a little bit, then closed his eyes. At first I was scared that he had died, but then the officer that had been restraining me told me that if an ambulance got there soon, he should be fine. I nodded as more officers arrived. After they promised me that Mike would be okay, they put me in the back of a police car and questioned me about the guy, then took me home, telling me that my car would be fine and they would get it to me as soon as possible.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was so unreal.

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Eh, kind of short. Oh well.
Part 19?

“Where were you last night?” Mom demanded as I walked in the front door.
“Not now, Mom,” I sighed.
“No, you will tell me right…” She stopped talking as the police officer followed me in. “Oh my God. What happened?”
I started walking up the stairs when the police officer said, “Some guy was following your daughter and her boyfriend in a car.”
“Her boyfriend?” my mother asked.
“Yeah, Mom. Mike,” I sighed, as if she should’ve known. She just nodded slightly, but I knew further questioning was to come.
“They called the police and we waited for them at the school. When they got there, the guy got out of his car and went on a shooting spree. And he shot her boyfriend, Mike.”
As he said this, I closed my bedroom door. I could only hear muffled talking between my mom and the cop as I sat on my bed. There was a piece of paper laying on my quilt that read, “Tre called at 4:15. Wants you to call him back.” There was a phone number at the bottom. The note was written in the scribbled handwriting of my sister. I picked it up and stared at it, as if I was having trouble reading, for a few minutes before I picked up the phone and dialed the number. The phone rang for a few minutes before I heard Tre’s voice.
“Hello?” He sounded like he had been crying. I really hoped he wasn’t.
“Tre?” I said, choking on my own words and I suddenly felt the need to cry.
“Charlie? Is that you?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Um, Mike got shot.”
“What?” Tre yelled.
“The guy that was following us shot him. Oh my God, Tre. What’s going to happen?” I sobbed, the tears streaming down my face as I could no longer suppress them.
“Oh God,” he whispered. “Oh God. Where do you live, Charlie?”
“What? Why do you want to know?”
“You need somebody with you, don’t you?” he asked.
“Tre, you don’t have to,” I whined, my voice cracking as I continued to sob.
“If I hadn’t said what I said earlier today, then you would accept, and you know it,” he said. “I don’t want you to think of me any differently than you do just because of that, okay?”
“That’s not it,” I said. “It’s just, I don’t want you to be inconvenienced,” I said. What was I saying? I wanted Tre to come over and sit with me, hug me while I cried, and make everything better.
“I kind of need someone, too. After all, Mike’s my best friend,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, then gave him my address.

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Part 20

“Honey,” Mom said, slowly opening my bedroom door. “Are you okay?”
“That guy shot him,” I said, leaning back on my bed and staring at the wall. “He shot him. But Mike didn’t do anything. This is all my fault.”
“How is it your fault?” she asked, sitting at the foot of the bed.
“If I had listened to Tre and left when he told me that he didn’t need a ride, none of this would’ve happened, Mom. None of it. Mike would be home and I would be here, doing something besides crying,” I said, wiping away a few tears as I looked at her.
“Where were you last night? You never came home,” she said.
“Mom,” I whispered.
“You had sex with him, didn’t you?” she asked.
“What?” I blinked at her, working up the best look of shock and disbelief that I could manage.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I realized that you’re growing up. Did you use protection?”
“Mom!” I said, kind of surprised that my mother would ask such questions.
“Honey, you don’t have to lie to me,” she whispered. “I’m okay with it. You’re a big girl, and you’re old enough to make these decisions, okay?”
I nodded and started crying again. “It’s okay,” she whispered, hugging me.
“Tre’s coming over,” I said. “I don’t know how he’s getting here, but he’s coming over.”
“Invite him to stay for dinner,” she said. “I’ll make spaghetti or something.”
“Okay,” I said. That was when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Mom said, smiling. She left my room and I listened as her high heels, which she wore all the time, clicked down the stairs. “Hello,” she said. “You must be Tre.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tre said. He sounded so polite. It was kind of weird.
“Charlie’s upstairs,” my mom said softly. “Third door on the left. Go ahead up.”
I sat there, wondering if Mom would welcomely let some random boy into my room if circumstances were different. He poked his head in the door. “Come in,” I said, looking at my feet. “And close the door.”
He did as he was told. One thing that kind of surprised me was how obedient he was being. But oh well. I didn’t question it. He sat on my bed. “Are you okay?”
“Mike got shot. Of course I’m not okay,” I said, trying not to cry anymore.
“I mean okay considering what’s happening. For what’s going on, are you alright? You’re not going to kill yourself or anything, are you?” he asked.
“The thought crossed my mind,” I mumbled, then looked at the panicked expression on his face. “I was kidding,” I assured him. “But really, I don’t know why I’m taking this so hard.”
“You’re his girlfriend,” Tre sighed. “That’s why.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I’m not sure if I want to be.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Promise not to tell anyone?” I asked. He nodded. “I’m not really sure I even like Mike. I mean, he’s great and everything. A really nice, lovable guy. But I don’t love him like he thinks I do. You know? I didn’t want to be his girlfriend, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t want to have sex with him. I just wish it was easier,” I groaned.
“So you don’t like Mike? At all?”
“Not like that,” I said. “I mean, not romantically, I don’t.”
“Wow,” Tre whispered. “Cause I really thought you did.”
“Nope,” I said. “And now I feel bad. What if he dies and never knows that I never felt that way?”
“Don’t talk like that. He’s not going to die.”
“But how am I going to tell him? Walk up to him in the hospital and say ‘hey, I don’t like you’? That wouldn’t go over too well,” I sighed.
“Then wait. Wait until the time is right,” he said, reaching over and placing his hand on my shoulder. “I mean, that’s the only thing you can do, unless you want to go on living a lie.”
“I don’t,” I said. Every second I was more aware of Tre’s hand of my shoulder. “Thanks for coming over,” I whispered. “I really needed you here.”
“No problem,” he said. He was about to say something else, put I interrupted him by pressing my lips against his.

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This story will be finished within the next two weeks. I'm determined to finish it before I go to Pennsylvania for a week, where I will begin planning my next story. Also, a heads up. After August 8th, when I go back to school, my story updates will become less frequent. Sorry about that.

Part 21

I sat on my bed, looking out my window. Mike had been released from the hospital earlier that day, after a few weeks in the hospital. He had called me every day from the hospital to assure me that he was fine, that he’d be out soon. And the more certain I became that Mike was fine, the more the guilt of what had happened with Tre overcame me.
After I had kissed him, Tre had pulled back and looked at me, informing me that I was dating Mike. “No kidding,” I had said, then attempted to kiss him again. But he jumped off my bed and starting pacing around the room, saying that he couldn’t do this to Mike. I asked him if he liked me, to which he said yes, but he said that didn’t change the fact that I was his best friend’s girlfriend. But I told him to just not think about Mike for a minute, then I pulled him close and kissed him again. This time he didn’t fight so much, but he still struggled, like he knew this was wrong, but wanted to forget that. We kissed for a few minutes before he pulled away and practically ran out of the house. He called the next day to see if things were still okay between the two of us. I said yes, and we both decided that we would act as if it never happened, although I desperately wanted for it to happen again.
I held the phone in my hand, watching it as if staring at it would cause it to ring. I wasn’t sure exactly who I was wanting to call me, but I just knew that someone should. “Come on,” I whispered, but the phone didn’t ring. I finally tossed it across the bed and stood up, walking over to my window.
I watched the usual activity of my street; cars pulling in and out of driveways, a group of ten year olds skateboarding in the middle of the road, a family bicycling down the street, and other stuff like that. Finally the phone rang.
I almost jumped before snatching the phone. “Hello?” I asked.
“Charlie?”
“What the fuck? Ally?” I pulled the phone away for a second and looked at it. Was I hearing things?
“Yeah. Hey,” she whispered.
“What do you want?” I snapped, thinking of what happened to our friendship. I could only focus on what happened at her party and how it ruined my life.
“I, um, heard about your boyfriend. Is he okay?”
“He got shot three weeks ago. And you’re calling me NOW?” I groaned.
“Sorry,” she sighed, not even sounding agitated at my bitchiness. “I just found out this morning that he was your boyfriend. I figured I would call and see how you were.”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Good,” she said, pausing for a second. “What happened between us?”
“You told everyone I was a whore and they all believed you. That’s what happened.”
“I didn’t tell anyone that, Charlie,” she said. “Mindy did. I wouldn’t do something like that. I mean, it was kind of slutty of you, but I would’ve never told anyone. And you know that.”
“I don’t know anything about you people,” I said.
“You people? What do you mean?”
“All those popular people I used to be friends with. I thought I understood, but I guess I didn’t.”
“I don’t get you anymore. You used to make sense.”
“I make perfect sense,” I grunted. “Just leave me alone.”
“I want to be friends again,” she said.
“Bull shit,” I snapped before hanging up on her and shoving it under the pillow so I could ignore it’s ringing as she called me back. After I didn’t answer the first time, she obviously got the picture, since she didn’t call me back again. I tried not to think about it or anything that happened with my old friends as I looked back out the window, wondering why my life sucked so much.

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Part 22

It was a little more than a year later that I sat in my therapist’s office, reliving all of this to a tall, blonde woman named Michelle. She seemed pretty nice, as far as therapists go. And I would know, I had been to several in the past few months. Most of them had been pretty aggressive, getting pissed off when I wouldn’t respond. But Michelle had put up with all the crap I dished out, so today we were making what I knew she would later describe as “a break through”, since I was actually telling her what was going on.
She was nodded as I told her about Ally calling, and me being such a bitch. She was taking notes and occasionally pushing the tape recorder closer to my side of the desk, as if she was afraid she would miss something. I didn’t much care for the fact that this was all such a big deal, but I kept talking. “And I felt really bad for treating her like that,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “So I really started thinking, and all this guilt caught up with me. Like, for everything I’ve ever done wrong. Every lie I’ve ever told anyone, every cigarette I’ve ever lit, every time I’ve ever had sex.”
Michelle arched her eyebrow at me, then nodded. “I see,” she murmured, continuing her notes.
“And especially Tre. The fact that I had kissed him while I was supposed to be in love with Mike, that really got me. But I would never tell him that he was part of the key reason why it all happened like this. I mean, it was my fault anyway. I should’ve never touched him. And even if I hadn’t kissed him, I would still feel guilty about feeling that way about him. Just thinking about this made me all depressed, and I realized how badly I had fucked up. That’s why.”
Michelle nodded again. “So you tried to kill yourself because you felt guilty about everything?” she asked.
“I guess,” I mumbled, pulling on the long sleeves of my shirt, as if she could see the scars on my wrists through them.
“Well, we made a real break through today,” she said, as I had predicted she would. “I’m going to let you go now. Thanks for cooperating.”
“No problem,” I said, standing up and walking out the door. There were two kids sitting on couches by her door, waiting patiently. I smirked at them a bit, but mostly kept walking down the hallway of the suicide rehabilitation center.
I always thought that rehab centers for suicidal people were a stupid idea. This way, they could get a bunch of depressed people together to talk about the woes of the world, so they could realize how little they’d be missing if they decided to die. The halls in this place seemed so clean. They smelled of Clorox. I walked in silence until I got to my room.
My roommate, Natasha, wasn’t there. She was probably in therapy as well, since she was apparently even more uncooperative than I had been. She saw about four therapists a day, all of them trying to get her to say why she had tried to overdose on painkillers. She wouldn’t tell anyone, not even me.
I threw myself on the bed and tried to collect my thoughts. It had been later the day that Ally called that I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I had rushed into the kitchen, found myself a fairly sharp knife, and brought it into my room. I sat there in front of the window, saying my goodbyes to everything I knew, then trying to die. I eventually passed out from blood loss and woke up in the hospital, with several doctors fussing about how lucky I was I had made it. I wasn’t lucky…I wanted to die.
Mike wasn’t allowed to visit me at the rehab for the first few months. In fact, no one outside my family was allowed to visit. But when Mike did, I told him that we should end the relationship, since he shouldn’t have to deal with all this crap. He insisted that it was okay, and that he still wanted to be my boyfriend, but I told him no one deserves to have to put up with all this. So we kind of broke up. I hoped that there wouldn’t be hard feelings, but since I now attended school at some place closer to the rehab and he didn’t usually hang around in the area, I never saw him, so I didn’t know.
“Hey, Charlie, you got company,” Natasha announced as she entered the room.
“Company?” I repeated.
“Yup,” she said. “Some guy.”
“Guy?”
“Are you deaf? Yes. A guy.”
I got up and walked towards the door and almost died at what I saw. There was Tre, standing in the hallway. He was leaning against a wall, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Tre?”
“Charlie?” he asked, looking up at me. “Hey!”
I was so excited, I ran over to him and leapt into his arms. “Oh my God, I missed you,” I cried, pulling away for a second. “It’s been a fucking year. Why didn’t you visit me sooner?”
He laughed. “Sorry,” he apologized.
“Let’s go for a walk, and you can catch me up on all the things I’m missing,” I said.
“Sounds good,” he nodded, and we started walking.

[suicideXmakeover]

You know how I said I was going to finish this in the next week or so? Yeah, well, I finished it today. This is the end.

Part 23
“So Mike has a girlfriend,” I repeated.
“Yup,” Tre nodded. “And you’ll never guess who.”
“Tell me,” I said.
“Ally.”
“Ally? You mean the same Ally that told everyone I was a whore?” I asked, placing my hand over my mouth in total disbelief.
“Same one,” he laughed.
“And what about Billie?”
“He’s on his fourth girlfriend of the school year,” Tre chuckled.
“It’s November,” I said.
“I know.”
“And how about you? You got someone special in your life?” I asked, elbowing him slightly.
“Eh, sort of,” he said. “I mean, there’s this girl I really like. And when I say I really like her, I mean I REALLY like her. I’d even go so far as to maybe say I love her.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling my heart sinking a little.
“But, you know, she probably wouldn’t like me. And I’m such a jackass, since I waited so long to visit her here in rehab.”
I looked at him. What was he talking about? Suddenly I realized what might be happening. Could it be me? Nah, I thought, but I really hoped it was.
“And, you know, she’s older than me, but now that I have my learner’s permit, maybe I’m cool enough for her to date.”
“Does this girl have a name?” I asked.
“Yeah, she probably does,” he laughed.
“Well, are you going to tell me?”
“Nah,” he said, and I shoved him. “Sorry,” he laughed. “But before I do, you have any guesses as to who it is? I’ll give you some clues. She’s really pretty, I saw her for the first time in a long time today, and I love her more than anything.”
“I love you, too,” I said.
He smiled. “So I’m guessing you know who it is?”
“I think so,” I nodded, then wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I pressed my lips against his, and we stood like that, lost in the moment.

The End

[makeshiftwings56]

Good Story! I loved it! Sorry I took so long to comment though........Mike's attitude was a bit different in this one, but it added more of a twist.

[suicideXmakeover]

Yay! Thank you.

[makeshiftwings56]

You're quite welcome!

[[...whatsername3...]]

......EXCELLENT story... mike got shot!! :-( but that was a nice twist.. poor tre... but tehy ended up togetehr in the end!! so its still a happy story...

[lauren]

OMG
kinda had a heart attack wen i saw no more to read
write more
and get it up quick.
that
was
very
very
awesome