Chapter 2

My bedroom door creaked open slowly just as I got into bed and I looked over to see my mother come into my room. She came over and sat on the end of my bed, looking at me.

"Sweetie, I want to be honest with you." She said softly. "I don't like that you've allowed Jacob into your life this easy, all the things he led you to do, how can you do that?"

"He's still my best friend mum. And, I'm his imprint." I saw tears fill her eyes, which were the same colour blue as mine.

"I was hoping that wouldn't happen." She whispered. "I didn't want you getting caught up in the legends, that's why I was reluctant to let you go to the bonfires. I didn't want you to mix yourself in with it."

"It's too late mum, I have Jake back and I'm not letting him leave anytime soon. He promised me he wouldn't leave again so I wouldn't cut." I saw her wince.

"I wish you wouldn't throw the word around like that."

"What? How do you want me to say it? I used to cut, big deal. I still use the rubber band thing now and then." I shrugged.

"It is a 'big deal', you nearly killed yourself! How would you feel if your only daughter killed herself because of some stupid boy?"

"Jacob is not stupid." I said slowly, scowling. "If you can't deal with him then keep the comments to yourself because I don't want to hear them anymore." She stood and walked back over to the door.

"You're only fifteen; you don't know what you're doing yet. All you have is a petty crush, you know nothing of love."

"I didn't say I was in love with him. I'm making him my best friend again, then we'll see what happens from there." I stated. "Goodnight mother." She shut the door without another word and I as left in the darkness of my room as tears filled my eyes.

It was times like these, when I got into arguments with my mother and she'd leave me that I felt like grabbing the razor again. I itched the inside of my left wrist and quickly grabbed my phone, texting Jacob before leaning back against my headboard; looking at my open window.

A few minutes later Jacob swung through the window and landed softly in my room, coming over as he spotted me in bed. He dropped down beside me and I immediately latched onto him, burying my face into his warm chest.

"My mum doesn't like the fact you're back, she wants you to leave so I can be how I was. I don't want you to go, it may only be a few days since you've come back but I'm happier than I have been in years." I cried quietly as his large hand came up to rub my back gently.

"I can avoid your mother if you want, but I can't leave you again. It'll hurt too much; for the both of us."

"Jacob." I sniffed, tilting my head up a little to see his face. "Can we focus on being best friends again for now? I do love you, I always have. But right now I need you more as what we used to be."

"I'm whatever you need me to be. As long as I'm close to you and you're safe, nothing else matters to me." He said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

What neither of us realised was that my mother had never left, she'd stayed put just outside my bedroom door; listening in. She wiped her cheeks as tears fell from her ice coloured eyes, sending up a quick prayer to my father saying that if he were listening; to look out for me when she couldn't.

"Please look after her, I don't want to lose my only child; she's the only thing I have left in this world. I will try and accept Jacob back, but, I don't want him to hurt her again. I can't bear to think what the consequence would be this time." She whispered before slowly walking away to her own bedroom, crying softly as she went.

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"Mama?" I knocked softly on her bedroom door, only hearing silence as my response. "Mum, are you even in there?" I said louder, cracking the door open a little to peer inside the dark room. I saw her figure in bed and frowned a little, she was never this late of a sleeper. I slipped into the room and gently shook her by the shoulder. "Mama, it's time to get up. It's eleven." I called quietly. "Mum?" I shook her harder as she didn't respond.

I started panicking and flicked the light switch on so I could see. My eyes widened as I looked down to the pale form of my mother and seeing the small bottle of sleeping pills she used to help her sleep beside her on the table. I knew that was a new bottle, I was there when she picked it up, and now there was quite a few missing; more than there should have been. I made a sound of distress and threw the bed sheets off her, manuvering her into the recovery position. I ran over and opened her room window, leaning my top half out of it.

"Jacob!" I screamed, hoping he would hear me as he had only just left. "Jake, help!" I saw him come running back down the street and hurried back over to my mother, picking up the phone she kept in her room.

"Steph?!" Jacob yelled as I heard the front door slam open and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. "What's wrong?" I had the phone up to my ear as he came into the room, stopping once he saw my mother motionless on the bed.

"I need an ambulance, I think my mother took too many of her sleeping pills." I sniffed as I got through to the emergency services. I rambled off my address and nearly threw the phone across the room as I hung up, moving back to the bed. "Jake, what do I do?" I cried.

"You've done what you can, you have to wait for the ambulance." He said softly, pulling me to him once he'd moved into the room. "She's still breathing, she has a chance; though her heartbeat's weak."

"They won't be able to get up the stairs." I sniffed, unwrapping myself from him. Jacob went over and carefully picked up my mother and I quickly grabbed the pill bottle before he followed me downstairs, laying her on the couch in the living room.

"She'll be okay." He said, smoothing my hair off my face and kissing my forehead.

I was in a mild daze as the ambulance arrived and was vaguely aware of Jacob talking to the two men that came in the house. One of them crouched in front of me and I snapped out of it to look at him.

"Do you know what your mother took?" he asked gently. I held the bottle out to him and he took it, reading the label. "It's a form of Benzodiazepine." He stated, standing up and tucking the pill bottle in his pocket. "How old are you sweetheart?"

"Fifteen." I said quietly. "He's eighteen." I pointed to Jacob.

"You can ride with her if he comes with you, you're still underage."

Jacob gently lifted me to my feet and wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked out to the ambulance, him helping me up into the back where my mother was. He sat me on his lap as there was only one other seat and I laced my fingers with Jacob's warm hand while my other held tightly onto my mother's cold one, reassuring myself that she was still there as the ambulance began to speed away with its siren wailing.


So, i mananged to get a second chapter out :) By the way Benzodiazepine is a higher risked type of sleeping pill, incase any of you were wondering. Please leave a review telling me what you think x