Chapter 8: "Not my day"
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POV Cameron
Flash back
Sara had just left and I didn't know what to do, I found the box, yes, but what do I do? Do I tell the guys about "that" she did or didn't he? Do I show them things or not? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say, I don't want to keep hurting her, or making her feel bad.
I'm going to tell you, I have to, we all care about Sara and she is doing things that are going to end very badly possibly. I can't let her continue like this, I want to help her despite knowing that I am part of the damn problem.
They were all having lunch in the dining room so it wasn't difficult to get them together.
"Guys" I call them while it takes me to get to them. "I need to tell them something about Sara, something important - they look at me a little worried and yes, they should be".
"What happened?" Laura asks, the first to speak because the others remained silent while waiting for me to speak.
"She went to race on motorcycles" I say once that I already sit with them.
"AND?" Thomas asks with a smile, it seems like he's going to laugh at what I'm saying.
"Did you forget about the accident last year?" April asks him and the others agree, remembering.
"We cannot always keep an eye on her, and knowing Sara we know that she will not stop running. I would settle for knowing that it is cared for and that they are not illegal".
"It is that above it was with Damián, and I don't like him" I keep telling them.
"That's no excuse. Thomas is right, we cannot continue to control her forever, nothing is going to happen to her. Now she's fine, she didn't go running without being in her 5 senses, nothing is going to happen to her and she is going to enjoy it. Don't you want me to do something that will do you good?" jer brother speaks to me, but they still do not know that in reality she is wrong, that she is not as well as they say.
"What if something happens to him, David?" I ask the named. "What if it's actually wrong and something happens?"
"But it is not" says sure.
"You do not know" I answer defensively.
"Well, let's wait until they get there," Denise says.
End flash back
I'm not going to talk about the cuts yet, I want to talk about it first just with her. I actually went to specifically tell them that, but I didn't know how to do it.
POV Sara
"Hello?" I ask when we get to my "friends"? I don't know, but they're all just standing there and they make me nervous.
"How do you think of going for a run after what happened?" the first to speak is Sebastian.
"Look, I don't feel like talking about it" I answer, they have me fed up.
"You shouldn't have gone Sari" Laura interrupts me.
"We don't want anything to happen to you, little girl," David continues.
"Let's see, they all have me fed up. Can't I do what I want? Can't I do the only thing in life that makes me happy? I can not be happy?! Thank you" I applaud you ironically. "You are the best in the world. I congratulate you, I really congratulate you because you earned my hatred".
I turn around and walk towards the secretary, when I arrive it is closed and I think that it was more than obvious that one Saturday night I was not going to be, why did I come? I want to change everything, I want to change and renew myself. I can't take them anymore, wanting to control myself as if they were I don't know, my parents.
Today is not my day and I need to do it, I can no longer bear to be here, here alive, unable to do or say anything before they judge me.
Don't do it Sara.
I do not feel well.
You're not going to feel better.
I don't want to feel directly.
It is not the way to do it.
I can't find any other.
You can find another way, go talk to Damien, he will listen to you and try to help you.
I don't want to put my problems in it.
Friends are for something.
Sorry.
Do not do it.
Sorry.
I repeat the process that practically became a routine and instead of horizontal it is vertical.
POV Laura
After Sara yelled at us, we all stood there in the dining room feeling a little bad, we just want to take serious care of her.
We get to the room and Sara isn't there so Denise goes first to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth, we don't all go in at the same time just because it's a small bathroom.
"Call an ambulance!" she yelled from the bathroom so I threw the cell phone at Abril and while she called I went to the bathroom, I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Please no, not my little sister.
She was on the floor bleeding from her wrists, she had never done this, what did we do wrong? Is wanting to take care of her and protect her wrong? She wasn't unconscious yet so I grabbed her torso and brought her to me like a baby.
"Everything is going to be fine, everyone is going to be fine, everything is going to be fine" I whispered over and over again, I think she said it more for me than for her.
"Not true," she says with her last breath
I scream, I scream everything the air gives, I scream everything my lungs give, I can't stop screaming and crying. At that, a paramedic enters and the three of them take Sara away. Denise had gone to warn the boys while April called the ambulance and I was with Sara.
"Tell me it's not her" Damián enters agitated and shouting.
Seeing us crying at 7, she slides down the wall and falls to the floor crying and clutching her legs. This can't be happening, you can't do this to us please.
We go to the hospital and immediately ask for Sara. And a doctor just comes out.
"We need a blood transfusion that at this time we do not have, we have to wait for a donation because it is not common".
"Which one?" Cameron asks, because yes, we never remember our blood types and the four of us don't have the same type for some weird reason.
"Ab-" he says and Damien who came with us is closer.
"I give it" he says. "I'm ab- please let me do it, I'll donate it to you".
"You must be over 18 years old" the doctor speaks, lowering his glasses, to which Damián responds by showing him his document.
"Yes I am".
"Very well, come with me".
We have been waiting for someone for half an hour, we still have not told my parents because we do not want them to be worse because losing two children must be very hard.
Nobody wants to tell us anything, or they don't know. We don't know and we want to. We want to know if she is alive or dead, if they could revive her, I can't take this anymore!
At that moment a doctor comes out of an office and I stand up like a flash.
"Family of the patient Cristian Morgan?" he asks, and hell.
I thought he would be the one to tell us about my little sister. I don't want her to go, I don't want absolutely nothing to happen to her, I have many moments left to share with her, please Sari, don't leave us.
A few minutes later another doctor comes out with white hair and red spots. Could it be him?
"Relatives of patient Sara Harris?" the eight people who were there for her, for my sister Sarita, stopped. "Alright, she ..."
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