Just Another High School Story!

Ethan looked like someone had shot him, from behind though, like something unexpected had hit him, he was licked in place, he would become a murderer if something happened to her. "Leah, where's your phone?" he asked, his voice laced with worry, dread and sadness. She looked like she would die soon, the pain that she was experiencing was so much that she couldn't answer right away, "I don't know, but Ethan I don't wanna see them." she said these words and crawled down from the bed, "I'd rather die than let them see me like this. Please just give me the damn paper and I'll sign it!" she offered, and got up, sure enough, there was a pen lying on the tray, lying on a table, she quickly signed her name and before Ethan could tell what happened, she fell onto the bed, and started moaning again, "Doctor, please do the surgery." The doctor looked troubled, "What's your age, kid? What's her age? If she dies, and her parents make a fuss? Who will be responsible?", the doctor posed a reasonable questions to Ethan, one after another, but he felt like he could not take it anymore, "Just save her, I can't see her like this anymore." he said this with such passion, that the doctor could see he was about to cry, as a man, he knew men's way of doing things, they would act tough when they were the most scared, understanding the situation as complicated, and he felt that it was his duty as a doctor to cure people, he decided to risk it and they started setting up the O.R. Ethan sat outside the OR, for what seemed like ages, he had cried a lot since he came and was so exhausted right now that he had passed out from the exhaustion, sitting up on the floor. He was really cold.

After a couple of hours, Ethan heard exclamations, and "Thank Gods" coming from the OR. They walked out with Leah still unconscious, "She's okay, kiddo!", the doctor seemed to sympathise with Ethan and said, "She'll have to stay in the hospital, accompany her after you wash up, and eat something or it's my duty to send you away." When E heard the doctor's words, he was relived, he took a deep breath, and nodded. He would not let Leah see him like this, broken, scared, how would she rely on him, if he was weak. He planned to help her and he would do it, no matter how. When he entered the washroom, he saw no one there and immediately squatted down, stuffing his fist in his mouth, to prevent his crying from being heard by anyone, he was still crying, he was a kid after all, a terrified kid, who had been considering what her parents would ask him? What would he say? It's my fault that she's dying a little everyday. Would he be able to take responsibility for the mess he had created? If so, would he be able to help her?

Ethan's mind was running wild, and he finished washing up; then he went to buy a coffee, so that he could see her first thing when she woke up. When he came back, Leah wasn't on her hospital bed, "Is she awake? She shouldn't be out of her bed", he thought to himself, and his thoughts terrified him, "She must be on the rooftop." he thought, and the coffee cup slipped from his hand, it was hot and it spilled a little, on his clothes and shoes, but he could care less about the world right now, all he thought of was Leah, she liked going to the roof a lot. He knew the reason why. He'd gone up there too, for the exact same one.

As expected by him, she was standing on the ledge, with her IV drip attached to her, she seemed to be feeling the wind, he slowly snuck up from behind her, and waited to pull her, but before he could make a move, she turned around and said, "Ethan, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." as she screamed this, his tears automatically with tears, he had been desperately trying to hide, tears circled his eyes, he knew this was coming but so soon, he didn't wanna hear it. "You ruined my life. You started calling me Fatty. You got your friends to bully me. Because of you, I've felt like a loser all my life, I've wanted to kill myself, and have tried so many times, but today seems like the perfect day to do it. It will be quick for me, but you'll be haunted for the rest of your life."

Ethan forced his tears back to where they came from, and assumed a calm face, on the inside his heart was beating so fast that you could hear it, from a feet away, but on the outside, he tried to look calm: "Leah, listen to me, please don't do this to me. Don't do this to your family! They'll hate themselves for the rest of their lives, as will I." When Leah heard E's plea, her ears pricked up, she wondered if she was hallucinating but weak as she was from the surgery, she was in her senses, "Liar. My family doesn't give a shit, my mom will probably be relieved and my sister can take over as head girl, then she will be happy too. The world will be a better place without me in it, so why shouldn't I do it? Besides, you're lying to get me to step down. Nothing is going to change. I hate myself, I hate my body. I hate my face, everything about me. I don't wanna live anymore, I can't keep fighting ,when there's no motivation, fighting for myself is very hard, and I'm not strong enough to do it. Everyday is a fight, an unending battle, I wake up feeling tired, not ready to get out of bed, I go to sleep with my head filled with a thousand contradicting thoughts, I often cry myself to sleep, and then the next day isn't any better, I write in my diary almost everyday, and all the diary contains are words like 'tired, worthless, loser, undeserving', I'm tired of this self-criticism. I don't want to be in this world anymore, I have no expectations or inclinations, I'd just like to sleep, peacefully, every night when I go to bed, I wonder if I'll wake up the next day, I can't sleep, neither can I stay awake, how am I supposed to continue living like this? Since you took away everything from me, please let me die in peace, I am not asking you to push me, just go."

With this she turned around, she pulled out the IV and threw it away, in that moment, she closed her eyes, and was ready to jump!

No more pain, this was the only thought in her mind.