"Girl, you can't cut yourself off from others for him! Maybe you really do care so much for him, but that's no reason for you to not take care of yourself! Do you understand? Are you coming with...."

"Fine!" I cut my best friend -Riley- off to spare her from giving me a lecture.

"Good. Know that I'm doing this for your own good"

"I know, Riley. Don't worry. Text me the time and place"

"Will do! Bye!"

"Bye."

I cut the call with a sigh and glance at my boyfriend, Jordan, who was sitting on the couch while I stood in the kitchen.

"Oh, Jordan" I think with a sigh. He had met with a car accident about a week  ago. When I had come to know about it, I had panicked and rushed to the hospital with my heart thumping out of my chest. I still remember the flood of relief that had taken over me when I had realized he was alright, without a single scratch. I had hugged him, trying to convince myself that he really was okay. Only when I had  pulled away and gazed into his eyes did I realize that something was wrong. That pained expression on his face, I can't ever forget it.

He had staggered over to a chair and had started to cry. I had seen him cry before, but never had he looked so broken.  His sister. She had been in the car with him. Now, she is in a vegetative state.

He had been driving her to her ballet class that day as usual. Happy and joking all along the ride, he had tried to jump the red signal, feeling encouraged by his sister's cheers. Everything had happened so fast. The bus that had been speeding towards the car,  tried to evade the crash by steering off lane. But it hadn't been enough. His sister, Ginny, hadn't been wearing her seat belt which left her in a very dangerous position when the bus had hit her side of the car.

A 'tinging' sound came alerting me on a message, dragging me out of my train of thoughts. 'City Mall. Today. 5 pm. Be ready, I'll pick you up. -R'

I don't know if this is a good idea. Jordan has been really upset over the last week, and I've been trying to help him every which way I can. He keeps telling me how happy Ginny had been when she had left the home, how he shouldn't have listened to her and jumped the signal, how he was the sole reason for her current state.

If I ain't there, I'm sure he wouldn't even function right. With every passing second, I can see him lose his grip on this world. He keeps drifting away, staring at nothing. I've been trying so hard to help him that, at this point, I feel like I'm getting lost instead of finding him. I should just stay and keep trying. I can care for myself once this is over.

*6pm. Mall*

'Selena, have you reached the mall?' 'Of course you would have' 'Are you having fun with your friends?' 'Selena, I'm so sorry for troubling you, I'm very sorry.' 'I'm sorry for having been so moody' 'I don't want to be a burden on you, I'm sorry' Riley read out Jordan's texts to me.

When I had stepped into her car, she had snatched my phone from me, so I won't keep checking it for Jordan's texts. Now, sitting in the café, she had taken it out after giving in to my constant pestering.

"GIVE IT HERE!" I yell, as I start to get worried and grab the phone out of Riley's hand. " This won't get you anywhere, girl. Trust me," she said in a tone she used when she's dead serious.

I ignore her and type out a text to Jordan, " Jordan, I'm at the mall n I'm fine, having fun. Now pls don't start with the burden thing. I luv u n for u, I'd do it all a thousand times over. Listen, u've been there for me all along, now it's my turn to help u. I wanna do dis to make u feel better. I can't bare to see you in pain,' and tap the send button. From the corner of my eyes, I see Riley shaking her head in disapproval.

*Jordan's POV*

Still sitting here. That's all I've been doing. Sitting. Like the useless piece of trash I am. Finally, I gather all the courage left in me to stand up and drag myself to the kitchen. I am welcomed by not a dirty, but an eerily clean kitchen. Ever since that accident, Selena has been taking care of my house. I clench my fists as I'm again reminded of how big a burden I am to all.

  With those thoughts, I walk up to the counter and pick up the knife. I close my eyes shut tightly and let the knife hover over my wrist. I stand like that for a long time. But something stopped me from doing it.

I return to my place on the couch and place the knife on the coffee table. My parent's accusing tone fills my head, yet again. I close my eyes, only to see my sister lying on the hospital bed. I open my bloodshot eyes and reach for the knife, again.

While bringing the knife down on my wrist, my eyes fall on the phone that is lying carelessly on the corner of the couch.

Ting. It is displaying a message from my Selena. With a heavy heart I read it from where I'm seated.

'I luv u', 'I wannna do dis to make u feel better. I can't bear to see you in pain,'

'Selena..... Oh God! Selena, my girl. Mine....' 

With a groan I push the knife off the table, 'I will have to live on for her. I can't be a coward. Not now. Not now when she wants me to be strong'. I think of the ring I had bought a month ago, safely hidden away from curious eyes. 'I have to be brave for her. I will be brave for her. I will save myself for her. For my girl'

And with that, I stand up briskly, and find my way to the bathroom to shave off my stubble.

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