My Love - 16 Justin's P.O.V Rachel was acting weird, but

My Love - 16
Justin's P.O.V

Rachel was acting weird, but I didn't know why. I mean I have an idea it's about Don, but she won't talk to me. I called Ryan and told him I was sorry was again, but we both know Rachel didn't mean to slap him. “Justin were home” My mom shouted, as I heard the door shut. I walked downstairs and saw Rachel in the same spot on the couch. “Whats up with Rachel?” “I don't know. She won't talk to me” I replied, quietly, as her mom sighed. “Did she ever tell you about Don?” “A little” I answered, as she brought me over to the kitchen. “Last year, when they were dating she wanted to break it off but he wouldn't let her. One day when she was home alone, he came to the house, and kidnapped her. She was missing for 2 weeks, and when the police finally found her she was beaten and scared, and everything you can imagine she would be. The police let him go after 3 months.” She explained and I wiped the tears out of my eyes. That was horrible, what happened to her. It was horrifying. “Oh my god” I whispered, as she nodded. “Just make sure she's alright Justin, she feels safe around you.” She said, and I smiled. “Okay” I walked into the living room, and saw Rachel sitting there still. “Hey Rach” I whispered, and she turned her face a little so I couldn't see her. “Look at me” I pleaded, as she pulled the sleeves on her sweatshirt. Her sleeve looked a little wet, so I went to grab her hand to look at it but she pulled it away quickly. I looked more closely and saw it was a little red. I quickly rolled up her sleeve and looked down at her wrist. “You cut yourself?” “I didn't mean to” She mumbled, and I huffed. “Rachel” “Look, I didn't know what else to do! Im scared out of my mind. You think im a crazy psycho, who slapped your best friend for no reason” She shouted, and I sighed. “I don't think that. I love you, I wanna help you” “I don't want help. I just wanna die. I hate living in fear” She said, and I felt my heart break. “Don't say that Rachel. Don't joke about those things” “Im serious Justin” She said, walking up the stairs. She walked in the bathroom and slammed the door shut. “Rachel, this isn't funny!” I yelled, banging on the door. I finally got It open and found her looking through the cabniet above the sink. “Rachel” I said grabbing her waist and pulling her back away from it. “NO! Justin!” She cried and I tried holding in my tears. This couldn't be happening. My girlfriend was trying to kill herself. “Just leave me alone” She cried, dropping to the floor. I pulled her on my lap and rocked her back and forth. “Shh, baby, please stop this” I pleaded, as she kept trying to get out of my grip.
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I was now in the hospital, with my mom and Rachel's. They took Rachel in and put her on a suicide watch. I couldn't believe this was happening right now. My sweet, beautiful, caring, amazing girlfriend was now in the hospital. “Justin” The doctor said as I stood up. “Thats me. And this is my mom and Rachels mom” I said, wiping my eyes, but it didn't help the tears kept flowing. “Rachels asleep right now, but you can see her. Were keeping for a few days to make sure everythings okay with her.” She explained and I nodded. “Thank you” I whispered, following her into her room. “Oh Rachel” I sighed, looking at her sleeping on the hospital bed. “Why did you do this baby” I whispered, sitting in the seat next to her bed. She couldn't hear me but I kept talking anyway. “You could've talked to me about how you were feeling. I would've helped you through this.” I said quietly, kissing her had gently. I looked at her wrist. It was wrapped up in gaws. It broke my heart seeing her this way. I walked out of the room and slumped down in the chair. “Your turn” I mumbled to my mom and Rachels as they walked in after me. I saw the gift shop and I desided to get Rach something. Maybe it'll make her feel better. I saw a teddy bear holding a heart that said, I love you, beary much. I thought it was cute, so I got that and I also bought a card. I spent an hour writing out what I wanted to say on that card. And I hope she understands how much meaning and thought was written in that card. I placed the card and teddy bear on the chair next to her bed, and walked out and sat in one of the chairs right outside her room. I wanted to watch her when she opened the card. I soon fell asleep.