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Chapter Five, part three

“Right,” I muttered and looked away at the tiled floor.
After a while of silence, Evan sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s… fine,” I shrugged, my eyes still fixated on the tile.
Just then, a nurse walked in with a tray of food. “Eat up,” she smiled wide and rested it above me. My lip curled up at the sight of green Jell-O, a bologna sandwich that seemed to be smothered in mayonnaise on white bread, and two-percent milk. “It’s not a restaurant,” she mumbled bluntly.
“Uh-huh.” I stared at the Jell-O, poked it, and watched it jiggle.
“You know, my mom told me not to play with my food,” Evan pointed out walking towards me. “Ha-ha,” I muttered, looking down at the tiled floor once more.
“Look…” he began, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine… you didn’t know…” I stated, still avoiding eye contact. “Want a bologna sandwich? I’m not gonna eat it.”
He laughed and replied, “Surprisingly, yes. You want the milk?”
“Ew.”
“Take that as a no,” he said, grabbing the tray.
“Hey! I didn’t say I didn’t want the JELL-O!”
He licked the top of the Jell-O and grinned triumphantly. “Do you now?”
“…Wow…” After Evan ate all my hospital food, I turned the channel to a soap opera. Some man who was shot got back up and punched the person who shot him. Odd…
“Do you actually like this crap?”
“No,” I told him. “But it’s the only thing on.”
“Huh,” he shrugged, setting the tray on the side table. “So, Shay…”
“So, Evan,” I responded, looking at him. He was an awkward-looking kid. He was too tall—probably six seven or something—and kind of thin. He had green-ish eyes and short, messy dirty-blonde hair. Evan had tan skin, and his teeth weren’t perfectly straight, but close to it. He wore surfer-boy clothes and had an eyebrow piercing.
“What do you think you’re gonna do when you’re out?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know how I’ll pay the hospital bill.”
He just nodded. “I overheard them say you were staying for tonight, and if you can’t pay, well, you have to leave…”
“Great. That’ll give me another chance to...” My voice trailed off; why would I tell him that? “Shay…” The way he said my name reminded me of Adam. I cringed. “Are you okay?” He actually sounded… concerned.
“What? I’m fine.”
He looked at me, “Please, don’t.”
“Why does it matter to you? You hardly even know me.”
“Because everyone’s life matters.”
“What are you, a hippie?” “No. A normal person.”
Whatever… “Just… go.”
“What did I do?”
“I just want to be alone. Just go.”
“You really make no sense.” He shrugged, played with his brow ring, and trudged out of the room. I rested my head on the hard pillow. I almost forgot about my trash bag with all of my stuff and money. I guessed in mud, waterlogged.
I had no clothes, no job, no school, no friends, no family, and definitely no money. I was screwed over, and it was like death cheated me.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321
Chapter Three, pt. 1:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3092882
Chapter Three, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3093017
Chapter Three, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3094131
Chapter Four, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3097760
Chapter Four, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3099583
Chapter Five, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3102290
Chapter Five, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3109920

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Chapter Five

I woke up in a white room. I heard a calm beeping and there were wires attached to me. I was tucked in a polka-dot sheet and there was a dim light. I saw some boy asleep on a chair. “Where am I?” I muttered to myself and sat up. My leg had a sharp feeling of pain run through it; like I was stabbed with glass on my leg. I moaned in agony. Great… I survived it… My leg was wrapped up and propped on a sling. There was cotton wrapping on my head and I had bruises all over.
“You woke up?” a boy asked, with relief in his voice.
“W-who are you!?” I wondered, staring at him. “Get out!”
“No, no; wait,” he began, staying put in the chair, “I saw you jump and I swam out to you. I was with a couple friends. We called the ambulance and we went with you to the hospital. Everyone else left but me.”
“Why’d you have to come save me?” I asked, angered. “You could’ve just left me. I have no reason to stay on earth. I’m not contributing to anything; no one cares about me; why’d you have to save me? I didn’t want to be saved!”
“I couldn’t just let someone die!” he defended himself, and looked at the door. “I’m going to go tell the nurses you’re awake. Stay put.”
Yeah, like I was going to go anywhere. How would I even afford this? I didn’t have any health insurance. “How are we feeling today?”
Oh, you know, like a bucket full of sunshine with unicorns dancing around and eating rainbows. Really? “Not too well. My leg’s in pain, my head hurts like hell. My whole body’s aching.”
“Well, to be truthful you’re quite lucky, young lady. Most people die instantly when they jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. You only have a few broken bones, bruising and tenderness, a badly bruised head, and a few misplaced bones. You are a very lucky girl.”
“Not really,” I muttered. If I was lucky, I wouldn’t be here… I’d be at the bottom of the water. “Well, the doctor will be coming to check up on you in a few. We’re going to send a psychiatrist up after he’s done.”
“I don’t need a shrink,” I told her plainly.
“We think otherwise,” she retorted. “We’ll have someone bring you food.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled and rested my head on a firm pillow. I closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered was how freezing the water was… I had felt so much pain as I fell into it; my body shook as I revisited it. I drifted off to sleep.
“Holy crap! You guys, that person just JUMPED!” a boy shouted.
“No way! Dude, we gotta go get them,” another said.
“I’ll do it,” a different one said.
“Are you serious?” the first boy asked.
“I can’t let them die!” he replied. I heard a huge splash and someone’s warm arms wrap around me. I was pulled out of the frosty water and by that time I had blacked out.
I woke up to the doctor sitting by me. “Could you tell us your name?”
“Why?” I moaned and rubbed my eyes.
“So we can tell your family members you’re safe,” he responded looking at me.
“I have no family…” I told him. It was kind of true…
“Well, just tell me your name,” he pleaded.
“Shay; …Shay Daniels,” I stated, and rubbed my eye. “Are we done here?”
“Not quite,” he said, and took out a needle.
“No…” I moaned and he shook his head.
“It’ll be real quick.” He put some cleaner on my shoulder, and shot me with the needle. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. “Alright, I’ll check on you later today. After the therapist comes, you can go back to sleep.”
“Whatever…” I murmured and shut my eyes again.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321
Chapter Three, pt. 1:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3092882
Chapter Three, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3093017
Chapter Three, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3094131
Chapter Four, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3097760
Chapter Four, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3099583

Chapter Four, part two

When I ended up walking all the way to the Golden Gate Bridge, it was dark out. The passing cars provided light. I put on my hoodie, and covered my face with the hood. Untying my shoes, I placed them in my bag along with my socks. I took my money stash and placed it in the trash bag. I tied the bag tightly and grasped it in my hands. Standing on the edge, I just breathed in the cool air that was flying in.
My bare feet on the bridge’s metal sent chills up my spine. I looked down into the water. It was a huge drop. I took a deep breath. No point in wasting my time here; anywhere. I felt no fear. Nothing to fear anymore. I climbed on top of the gate, and leapt off with my bag in hand.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321
Chapter Three, pt. 1:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3092882
Chapter Three, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3093017
Chapter Three, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3094131
Chapter Four, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3097760
Sorry for such a short chapter! Bear with me here! ♥

Chapter Four, part one

I called my boss, and left a message, “I’m quitting. Nicole can take over my shift.” It was that simple… I didn’t even think about school; to be honest I couldn’t care less.
I took a cab out to the city, and then went on the subway. It took me to Amtrak, the train station that went into different states. To get from Chicago to San Francisco, it would cost me $569… that wasn’t much compared to my money stash, but it was still expensive…
No; I had to leave. I paid for my tickets and waited for the train.
*
It was a long trip; we stopped at Denver once, and there was an option to get food, but I didn’t want to waste my money. Once we arrived in San Francisco, I grabbed my bag and hoodie and headed out. I pulled out an envelope with my mother’s address from my bag; I would be there soon.
Hailing a cab, I climbed into it and told the driver the address. As we drove, I looked out the window. What if she had forgotten me? Or just didn’t want to see me?
“You’re here,” the man said grumpily. I handed him money, and exited the cab. I sighed, and soaked in the sun. I studied the medium-sized house, and looked at the cracked, white paint. The pavement was covered in moss and there was a silver fence around it. The outline of the house was covered in rose bushes, and there were two bicycles on the side. I hesitantly walked up the creaking stairs and rang the doorbell.
A small child with long, blonde hair that went past her shoulders looked up at me with big, green eyes. “Who’re you?” she asked innocently.
“Is… is Denise here…?”
“Who’s Denise?” she wondered rather loudly, and I heard a woman call out, ‘Who’s looking for me?’ My heart began to race, I was afraid of what might happen… “Some girl. She’s got brown hair.”
The woman walked up to the door, she was just how I remembered. She had long blonde hair, and my light brown eyes. She was rather tall, and had laugh-lines. Scooping the little girl up, she looked at me, “Are you selling something?”
I couldn’t believe she didn’t  realize who I was… “No.”
“Uh… okay… Look, I got work in an hour. What do you want?” My eyes watered up, and I bit my lip. “Are you okay…?”
“Don’t you recognize me!?”
“Do you live around here?”
“No.”
“I have no idea who you are… I’m sorry…”
“Have you ever been to Chicago?”
The daughter squirmed out of her mother’s arms. She chased after her golden retriever. “Well… yes…”
"Did you ever live there?”
“For a short time… Why are you asking me this?”
“Did you have family members there?”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, you can’t ask me all of this when I don’t know you.”
“But… you do…”
“I really don’t. I have to get ready for work. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you out.” She slammed the door on me, and I sat on the stairs. I began to sob. I couldn’t stop crying these days… What did I expect? To run into my mother’s arms and grow up again? She had a child, maybe more. It seemed like she remarried. Did I expect her to live like I did? She let go of the past. I clutched onto it.
What was my point here? Anywhere? No one cared about me. No one loved me. My mother left, my father’s a drunk, Brian dumped me, Adam played me, the whole school hated me, and now I was in a town with people who didn’t even know me. No one would even be bothered by my disappearance. I held onto my knees, and wiped away my tears. I just walked. I didn’t know where it would lead me. Anywhere but here.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321
Chapter Three, pt. 1:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3092882
Chapter Three, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3093017
Chapter Three, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3094131

Chapter Three, part three

Adam’s arms were around Sarah. Her arms were around his neck. Adam was kissing her, and his eyes met hers. My eyes welled up with tears and I began trembling. That was not breaking up! Adam’s eyes trailed off for a moment and he saw me. He gasped and I shook my head. I ran out to the stairs, ignoring Adam’s calls of, “Shay! No, Shay, wait!” I sped down the stairs and was about to exit, but Adam’s arm grabbed mine. “Shay, I can explain…”
“Explain what? That you accidentally kissed her? That you forgot what breaking up is? That she just came home earlier than you told me? That you love her, but like me?”
“Shay…”
“Stop,” I insisted, and my voice got all choked up. “I’m done with all this…”
“Why did you come back?”
“You don’t even have the right to ask!” I shouted at him. I balled up my fists and swallowed the lump in my throat. “If you must know, I was kicked out. I only came because you were the only one who cared—seemed to care. But it was bullshit.”
“No, Shay, I lo—” he began.
“No, Adam, you don’t. You don’t do that to people you love.”
“Shay… Listen, Sarah kissed me,” he told me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pushed him off.
“You liar!” I yelled and backed away. “Your arms were around her waist, you were looking into her eyes, who knows what would’ve happened if you didn’t see me.”
“Shay…. I’m sorry… I love you, I do; I just got caught up in the moment. I’m so sorry,” he apologized; his blue eyes looked into mine.
I looked back up into his. “You’re just sorry… that you got caught…” I dashed out the door and kept running, ignoring him calling my name. The tears streamed down my face and I collapsed onto the grass. I couldn’t stop crying. My whole body was shaking… He and Brian were no different. I had to quit my job. I had to leave. Soon. Now.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321
Chapter Three, pt. 1:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3092882
Chapter Three, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3093017
Sorry for the short chapter, you guys! ♥

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Chapter Three

I woke up to the smell of bacon, chocolate chip waffles, and sweet syrup. I yawned and stretched out my legs; I noticed I was sprawled out on Adam’s couch and under a lime green blanket. “Morning,” Adam greeted across from me in the kitchen.
“You cook?” I mumbled groggily and rubbed my eyes.
“Not really. The waffle maker does most of the work for me and bacon’s easy to make,” he grinned and I sat up.
“Meh, I like your food choices anyway. So what movie did you have in mind?”
“Well, the one that’s a block away shows old movies…”
I laughed, “That’s odd. What one do you want to see? DO THEY HAVE THE NOTEBOOK!?”
“What notebook…?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah… what’s this notebook you speak of?”
“OH MY GOD! We’re going to see it. Forget going to the movies; we’re renting it.”
“Is it a chick flick…?”
“No,” I lied and smiled up at him. “Ple-e-e-e-e-e—”
“Please don’t,” he grinned and sighed. “Alright, the library’s a couple blocks away. My car’s at the auto shop. They said it wasn’t just the gas tank; I have a flat. I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”
“Will it be okay?”
“Yeah; it’ll be fine.” I nodded, and he smiled. “Breakfast’s ready.”
When we finished our waffles, bacon, and milk, we headed out to go the library. He held my hand and started walking outside with me. “Adam?”
“That’s my name,” he winked and I rolled my eyes.
“What are you going to do about—”
“The car? I already took care of it. I told you that.”
“No, Adam, listen. What are you going to do about Sarah? Are you going to tell her you cheat—oh my God! I’m the other girl!”
“Shay, it’s okay; I’m going to break up with her when she returns. I told you that we were having problems.”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me,” he smiled and pulled my closer to him; his arms around my waist. “I care about you so much.” He leaned down, and kissed me gently.
*
When we finished watching The Notebook, I looked up at Adam, “Noah loved Allie so much; wasn’t this the perfect romance movie?”
“Uh-huh,” he replied and grinned down at me. “That’ll be us.”
I blushed, and just smiled. How was I supposed to know? I cared about Adam a lot, but after Brian I didn’t know what to believe anymore. “When am I supposed to go home…?”
“Oh… Yeah…” Adam rubbed the back of his neck. “…Tonight…”
“Oh…” I mumbled and pulled my brows together.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321

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