Stay

2.

I opened my eyes and all I could see was a bright white light. I felt empty inside, I didn't feel alive. Did I die? Did I go too far?

But the light began to fade and I began to see shadows. My eyes adjusted to the room. It was a familiar area. The local hospital. Very white and dull. As a lay in the small bed in the center of the room. I look over to see that in the corner sat a young brown haired boy, leaning over with his arms rested in his legs. He looked up at me and smiled before running over too my side.

"Thank god your alive" The boy said. Now he was closer I could see his gorgeous brown eyes. At first I didn't recognize who he was. But then I realized It was Tyler Hudson, the boy from next door.

He was 17, just like me. He was super popular and every girl at school wanted him. Even me. But he didn't know that. He didn't even even know I existed. Well, that's what I thought.

I sat there speechless. Why would he save me? I'm not important he doesn't even know me. He walked over and leaned in wrapping me in his arms. My mind was full of confusion. I pushed him off of me.

"Why are you here? Why am I here? Why did you help me?" I screamed, I had so many questions to ask him.

"I was sitting in my room playing Halo 3, and I heard you screaming. I ran outside and your front door was open I thought you were being attacked" he replied stuttering a little.

I sighed and crossed my arms. I turned away trying to avoid all eye contact. His dark brown eyes were easy to get lost in.

"Listen, Arden, when I saw you ly-" He started to speak but he stopped and sighed. A single tear flowing down his left cheek.

"Wait, you know who I am" I said in complete shock.

"Of course I do, we've been in the same Chemistry and Math classes for the past 3 years" He smiled laughing a little. But that smile was soon lost as he started to talk again.

"anyway, I saw you lying on the ground, you were losing consciousness. My instant reaction was to rush you to the hospital. I'm sorry if that was a mistake but you don't need to kill yourself you can get help" He reached out and grabbed my hand in an attempt to comfort me.

A single tear escaped my eyes and ran down my cheek.

"It's not that easy" I said trying to hold back the tears.

I looked over at him and he grabbed my other hand squeezing them both tightly.

"Look" He said "I know that life is hard for you right now. But there are so many people that would miss you and so many things you would miss out on. Keep your life. Please. At least for a few weeks just so I can convince you to stay."

His eyes were becoming red, and his cheeks were pink and had small streams of tears running down them.

"I.. I can't" I stuttered. Why does he care. He doesn't know anything about me, we've never spoken. How could he care about a girl he doesn't know? Questions were filling my mind.

"Please just..." He sighed "Just give me a month. Four weeks that's all I ask. One month for me to show you that you are worth it. That your worth every second. I know I don't know you but just let me try and help you."

I had tried to get help to deal with my anxiety and depression for years now but it never worked out. Everyone, including the therapists and my father just thought I was seeking attention and didn't have anything wrong with me. My mother however knew it was serious and tried to help but nothing seemed to help.

I sighed and gave him a small nod as he leaped onto me wrapping me in his warm embrace once again. Only this time I hugged him back. I thought to myself that maybe he could help me control the demons inside my mind. Maybe he would be the one to free me from this hell.

I sat in his arms in silence. It wasn't awkward like it would normally be. It was actually comforting. But that silence was destroyed when my parents burst into the hospital room.

They burst through the door screaming millions of questions at me. I couldn't hear myself think.

Why would you do this? What were you thinking? We thought we were past this? They yelled.

I sat there in silence, anger building up inside me. They must of saw how angry and upset I looked and stopped talking.

My mother sighed and tears started flowing down her delicate face. Tyler went back to his seat in the corner, so my mother could sit at the bed. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry" She could barely let the words escape her mouth.

"I'm sorry that I didn't see that this was happening again." She was fully crying now, more than me. She leant forward and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you" I sobbed into my mother's arms, resting my head on her shoulder as my father just stood in the corner with a disappointed look.

"I'm sorry Dad" I whispered hoping he could hear me. He didn't show any emotion but he walked towards us and wrapped his arms around me and my mum.

I looked over at Tyler sitting awkwardly in the corner. I don't think my parents noticed him sitting there. He was staring at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of his, and I stared back giving I'm a small smile.

He cleared his throat and my parent turned around to face him. I introduced Tyler to my parents and my father went over to shake his hand. My mother wasn't so subtle and ran over pulling him into a tight hug crying onto his shoulder.

"Thank you for saving my beautiful baby" she sobbed into Tyler.

He looked over and gave me a small smile, before my father pulled my mother away from him.