Little Miss Perfect

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I opened my eyes. I was in a humongous bedroom that closely resembled a teenage girl's from a ChicFlick. Girly. Georgia. I got up groggily. Last night, I came home with Cory. He said that I could sleep in Georgia's room, since she was staying over at Kevin's place.

The red dress Georgia made was lying on the floor, still looking glamorous. The matching shoes that I had borrowed from Georgia were carelessly thrown on the floor. Some of the jewellery was on the desk and I hoped that the flimsy chain had not tangled up. I sat up in the bed and heard a crinkling sound. There was the envelope, carefully slipped under the pillow. I uncrumpled it and smoothed it with my hand. Sam's letter. I opened it and pulled out a piece of paper with his illegible writing. I smiled. I was the only one who could ever read his messy scrawl.

Sandy, the letter started.

I know that you are in the other room, and I know that you're heart will stop beating in a bit. I know that our mother picked me. But I also know that I won't let that happen. We both need the same thing. I tell them to do it the other way round, but they will only listen to her. Don't get me wrong. I want to live. I want to become someone. But I want to put you before me. That's why I'm going to do it.

I shouldn't do this and bring back all these memories. But you have to know what happened.

Your side got hit, and you were injured the worst. I still remember watching you through all that pain. That's why I couldn't close my eyes. I had to see if you had survived.

You lost consciousness, so you probably won't remember what happened. I remember the man in the white coat. I can't remember what he said, but he said that there's only enough blood to cover one of us. And we both needed that blood to carry on. He said that I had a better chance of surviving that you. Maybe that's why she picked me.

If you're reading this, then you already know what happened, and I guess it will hurt, but not as much as knowing I stood there and let you die. That's why I'm going to do this. If you're in the other room dying, because I have what you need, then I probably won't be able to live with it. Just think about it. Please. And don't blame mom. That's why I'm trusting her with this letter.

I'll love you forever,

Sam.

All the emotions hit me at once. His pain, my pain. His loss, my loss. His forgiveness.

My hatred.

He thought that she saved him because he was the least hurt. He couldn't have got it more wrong. She saved him because he wasn't listening.

He trusted her. She picked him. She told the doctors to give the only available blood to him and she gave me permission to die. And if Sam hadn't -

There was a soft knock on the door, then Cory walked in.

"Hey," he said, then stopped in his tracks when he saw my tears. I was annoyed for letting him see me in my weak state, but my irritation faded as he hugged me.

"What is it?" he asked. "I'm here if you want to talk,"

I shook my head.

"It's something from the past," I said, wiping my cheeks. "I'd rather forget,"

"Ok," he said. "Then let's forget. Let's forget everything for one day. Leave it all."

I raised my eyebrows in question.

"Get dressed. Take something off Georgia's. She won't mind.

We're going out."

One look a him and I could tell that I couldn't talk him out of it.