Sarah! Sarah!! Sarah!!!
Oh my God!!
'Why'd you do this to yourself?'

The next thing I remember is that I woke up in the hospital with Jess sitting next to me. Her eyes were red and the bags underneath them could hold large quantity of water. Slowly, I turned my head towards her and with the little energy I had, I whispered her name.

'How are you feeling?'
'What exactly happened?'
'I returned from classes and saw you lying on the kitchen floor'
'The doctor said..'

I didn't hear any of the other things she said and I gently allowed the river of tear stuck in my eyes run down my face.

I was having one of the worst days of my life yesterday. The darkness that seemed to hover around me was somewhat doubled. I tried to stand but it seemed like there were bricks strapped on to my chest. My strength was gone from me and there was no one around.

I managed to pick up my phone and call George. He was the only one apart from Jess who knew what was going on with me. He didn't respond; probably because he was in class.
I had stopped attending classes for about 5 months now. The school kept calling me to find out what exactly I was up to and how they could help me but I didn't want any external help.

George was my closest friend, we went on trips together. Basically where I went, he did go to. So, he was there on that night when it all happened.

It was two weeks after my birthday. There was a meet and greet in a city not too far from school so we decided to attend; well, we'd be back soon. I remember wearing a flower print sleeveless jumpsuit with nude pumps. I let my hair up in a fro and wore minimal makeup. George on the other hand simply threw a blazer on a white pair of jeans. He wasn't one who cared so much about how he looked. Anyways, we both looked good.

'I think it's high time we left here' George said
Please, I want to stay here a little longer, I responded.
I loved the serene environment and I pretty much wanted to soak in all of the beauty.
George was always protective, he didn't take chances with our safety and I just pushed his words aside because I concluded that it was just one of his usual 'over protectiveness'

At about 8pm, we started our journey back. It was a 2 hour drive and George drove.

Jesuuuuuuuuuuuuuus! 
Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!

I was there but I wasn't. I could recognize that it was Jess calling out my name but I couldn't respond. I watched my strength flow out of body and I believed I was dead.

Well, I wanted to just die but fate said 'not today'. A couple of minutes later, my eyes slowly opened and looking on me with tears in his eyes was George.
I saw the scar near his right eye. It was like a piece of art work for the curve was perfectly accentuated, highlighting his cheek bones.

Every time, I saw the scar, I remembered that night. The truth is that I do not remember most of it but what I do remember has been more than enough to give me nightmares.



One, two, three, four
My heart's pieces are on the floor.
Five, six, seven eight
And now my soul is filled with hate.

Thank you for reading this. If you haven't, check out the previous parts PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 and PART 4
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