No Regrets
4-Pain
Kylie’s P.O.V.
After we got smoothies Char’s mom dropped me off at my house because Char needed to rest. I waved goodbye and walked into my dark house. It was eerily quiet-no one was hone. I finally let the tears that I had been holding in all day spill over. It killed me to see how much pain she was in. I didn’t want her to have to go through all the pain that she was in alone, so I headed downstairs to my room and looked through my blurry vision until I found it. My breath quickened and the tears came faster as I went to the bathroom and dragged the razor three times across my left wrist. I sucked in a breath as I felt the pain and saw the blood. There, no we were both in physical pain, even if she didn’t know that I was.
*1 Month Later*
Charlotte’s P.O.V.
I walked out of the hospital, glad I no longer became so weak after chemo. I still had most of my hair thankfully, but it was getting very unhealthy. The cancer hadn’t gotten any better unfortunately, but luckily it hadn’t gotten any worse. I texted Bri (my other best friend) to see if she wanted to go see a movie, but she texted back saying she was busy.
Kylie and Bri are the only people at my school that know I have cancer. I took the week I was diagnosed off of school and told everyone I was really ill, which was true, as I had lost a lot of weight from the chemo and didn’t look healthy. I had gained back most of the weight, now I was only about ten pounds lighter than when I was before chemo, and I am still trying to gain those ten pounds back in a healthy way as the doctors said that it would help.
I texted Chu Chi to see if she wanted to go to the movies, but after ten minutes of her not texting back I knew something was wrong. She always answered me within five minutes. ALWAYS.
I hopped in my car and drove to her house while I called her. After a few rings it went to voicemail. I started to get really freaked out. What was wrong? She always answers me! Even though I was tired I sped up, and finally pulled into her driveway and ran to the door. I knew her parents weren’t home because their cars weren’t in the driveway, but I knew Kylie was home because I parked next to her car.
I knocked twice and walked in like I always do.
“Kylie?” No answer.
I have ran half walked downstairs to her room and opened the door.
“Kyl--” My words caught in my throat as I took in the scene before me.
There was blood trailing to the bathroom, and pills were scattered over the carpet. I ran to the bathroom, yanked open the door and saw Kylie slumped over on the floor, eyes closed, with blood everywhere. There was an empty bottle of vodka in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other.
A blood curdling scream erupted from my lungs as I ran over to her, already dialing 911. I pulled her into my lap as tears clouded my vision.
“KYLIE!!!!!” I sobbed, trying to wake her and see if she had a pulse.
“911 what is your emergency?”
“I think my friend just tried to kill herself! HELP!” I sobbed, barely able to choke the words out.
After we got smoothies Char’s mom dropped me off at my house because Char needed to rest. I waved goodbye and walked into my dark house. It was eerily quiet-no one was hone. I finally let the tears that I had been holding in all day spill over. It killed me to see how much pain she was in. I didn’t want her to have to go through all the pain that she was in alone, so I headed downstairs to my room and looked through my blurry vision until I found it. My breath quickened and the tears came faster as I went to the bathroom and dragged the razor three times across my left wrist. I sucked in a breath as I felt the pain and saw the blood. There, no we were both in physical pain, even if she didn’t know that I was.
*1 Month Later*
Charlotte’s P.O.V.
I walked out of the hospital, glad I no longer became so weak after chemo. I still had most of my hair thankfully, but it was getting very unhealthy. The cancer hadn’t gotten any better unfortunately, but luckily it hadn’t gotten any worse. I texted Bri (my other best friend) to see if she wanted to go see a movie, but she texted back saying she was busy.
Kylie and Bri are the only people at my school that know I have cancer. I took the week I was diagnosed off of school and told everyone I was really ill, which was true, as I had lost a lot of weight from the chemo and didn’t look healthy. I had gained back most of the weight, now I was only about ten pounds lighter than when I was before chemo, and I am still trying to gain those ten pounds back in a healthy way as the doctors said that it would help.
I texted Chu Chi to see if she wanted to go to the movies, but after ten minutes of her not texting back I knew something was wrong. She always answered me within five minutes. ALWAYS.
I hopped in my car and drove to her house while I called her. After a few rings it went to voicemail. I started to get really freaked out. What was wrong? She always answers me! Even though I was tired I sped up, and finally pulled into her driveway and ran to the door. I knew her parents weren’t home because their cars weren’t in the driveway, but I knew Kylie was home because I parked next to her car.
I knocked twice and walked in like I always do.
“Kylie?” No answer.
I have ran half walked downstairs to her room and opened the door.
“Kyl--” My words caught in my throat as I took in the scene before me.
There was blood trailing to the bathroom, and pills were scattered over the carpet. I ran to the bathroom, yanked open the door and saw Kylie slumped over on the floor, eyes closed, with blood everywhere. There was an empty bottle of vodka in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other.
A blood curdling scream erupted from my lungs as I ran over to her, already dialing 911. I pulled her into my lap as tears clouded my vision.
“KYLIE!!!!!” I sobbed, trying to wake her and see if she had a pulse.
“911 what is your emergency?”
“I think my friend just tried to kill herself! HELP!” I sobbed, barely able to choke the words out.
Awesome!:) and I know exactly how you feel!=]
7/21/13