Leah George

Leave me alone to die.

"Noah go and clean the ladies bathroom."

"But shouldn't a lady clean it."

"Go do as you were told."

"Okay, fine. I'll go."

"Walk faster!"

I grab the bucket of water and mop near the door.

"Anyone in here? The bathroom is closed for cleaning."

No answer, no angry women. I place a wet floor sign out side the door.

Why a wet floor sign? Cause that's the only thing we have.

I go back inside the ladies bathroom and hear a faint noise, sounds like someone sniffing. I look in the first stall, nothing. The second and third, nothing.  I slowly open the fourth one and see a girl on the floor crying in pain. I rush over to her and lift her head up. Her mascara is smugged and running, her hair all over the place, her eyes puffy and red. 

"Go away." She mumbles and looks up at me with her red eyes. Sadness and pain visible with one look. 

"I can't I have to clean the bathroom."

I look around the stall, a little pool of blood on the floor next to her.

Was she trying to kill herself?

"Just go away. Leave me alone to die." 

"I am not leaving you alone to die. What's your name? "

"Leah George.

"Are you okay, Leah? Here, let me help you."

I lift her up and see a small pocket knife come out from under her.

"Why do you have that?" I look at her in the eyes in worry. She looks down at her wrists, blood soaking the fabric. Her wrists are still bleeding. I grab her hands and she winces in pain.

"It's okay."

She begins sobbing and slightly shakes her head.

"It's not okay. I'm not okay, you're not okay, nothing is okay."

I pull her into a hug, she cries even more and stains my shirt with tears. She let's out small screams and it kind of scares me.

"It is going to be all right. I promise."

"I was about to kill the mouse and end it's life forever."

"What?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Please, tell me."

"No."

"Pretty please?

"Fine. I was about to end my life."

She starts shaking and sobbing again.

"But then you came in and saved me."