It's sad to say...but this happens sometimes. People think about taking there own lives...just please you guys. Watch out for the signs.
Chapter Three: The Talk
Lulu sat still staring at the wall. She hadn't noticed until that moment, that she still had her coat on. She wanted to take it off, but her thoughts were somewhere else. Her brain wasn't listening to her requests. She just sat there, motionless.
"What happened? You used to be so...different. What happened?" Dante asked her. It didn't come off as rude. It came off as worry. Dante watched as Lulu's eyes began to flood with tears. The overwhelming shock of the whole situation, setting in. No wrong. The overwhelming shock of talking to another person about the situation setting in.
"Everything. Everything has happened. I mean my whole life has been a down hill spiral. I've been through so much pain. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted everything to stop. I just wanted it to be over. I figured if I went through with my plan everyone would just move on. And I would be forgotten. Then everything would be okay," Lulu cried. She cried so hard. The hysterical crying that she really needed to do.
Dante pulled her closely to him. He helper he rout of her heavy coat. "But what? What happened name an event." Dante asked her. Holding her tightly to his chest while petting her hair.
"My dad. He was never around. And when he was, it didn't matter. I still got treated like I was invisible. My Mom. She's in a coma type thing. She may never wake up again. I've gotten kidnaped. Several times. That's traumatizing trust me. Then just little events, the ones that no one thinks matter that do. So many little events...Last year, my boyfriend Logan went crazy. He tried to kill me and rape me. I...I..." Lulu didn't tell Dante that she killed Logan, because Dante is a cop. And can you trust cops with your secrets?
Dante nodded his head trying to understand. Trying so very hard to just get it. Lulu told more and more stories. Getting more and more upset. Dante began to wonder if talking about it was helping at all. And then Lulu said one thing, that got his attention.
"My whole life I've just wanted someone to care. To really care. Yeah, Logan said he cared. Johnny said he cared to. And look what's happened. I'm a suicidal maniac that's trying to blame this one other people," She choked back the tears as she talked. 'What has happened to this girl? This is not the girl I knew when I came to town. This is the girl that has formed out of all the tragedies in the real Lulu's life.' Dante thought.
"The sad part is, Dante. I still wish you hadn't found that note. I wish you had just not picked it up off the ground. I wish I could be alone right now at home. I don't even know why either. Your so wonderful to me. Yet the question still going through my head is: What am I going to do tomorrow?" Lulu put her face into her hands.
Dante wanted so bad to help her, he just didn't know how. At his school, they had a girl, Molly Tyler, who had committed suicide. It came as such a shock to everyone. The school brought in grief counselors and Suicide specialists to talk to the kids. They tried to teach the kids how to handle a situation like the one Dante was in now.
He hadn't listened though. He wasn't close to Molly, so he didn't think it mattered. He only remembered two things. One: Be there for the Person. And Two: Stay with them. Stay with them, that was it. Dante needed to stay with her tonight.
"Lulu, stay here tonight. Let me help you. Stay here. Sleep. Talk to me in the morning. We'll go talk to Dr. Winters. Or, if your not ready for that, continue talking to me." Dante pulled her into a hug as he talked.
"Okay." Lulu agreed laying her head down on his pillow. Thinking. Thinking about everything. Thinking about how lucky and unlucky she was. Thinking about how this must all be affecting Dante.