Author's note: So, uh, and yeah. It's almost 7:00 am here in the Philippines. And I'm the only one who's awake. I'm so hard core. Here's Chapter 4, people. Please review.

Chapter 4 – Let me save you.

As I try to open my eyes, I saw something, really, bright.

My left eye has just been stabbed; I can't die just like that, can I?

When I've managed to open my right eye, I saw Leslie, holding my hand. She gave me a warm smile, I gave her mine's.

"Gosh, Sally, don't scare me like that." She said as she removed the stray hairs on my face. Sometimes, I feel like that Leslie is my long lost sister. I will be happy if she was.

"Come on, just stabbing my eye like that can't kill me, you know."

"You know I'm always here, Sally. I'm open to listen to your problems. You could have talked to me before considering doing this." Wow, I never knew she could talk this much and fast.

"Alright, I get it mom." She playfully punched my left arm. I let out a laugh. This time, it's real.

"Looks like I have to interrupt your fun with your visitor right here for a while." Mr Williams, my doctor, said as he greeted us with a warm smile. Doctors scare me, but not this guy. I gave him a wide smile.

"If it's you, Mr Willy, it's okay." He chuckled.

"Apparently, I have good news for you; if you're not going to commit suicide again by THAT method."

I promised to him that I won't. I never commit suicide.

"Good. Because, looking at your test results, once the wounds are healed, you can see normally again with your eye." Leslie and I thanked him. He gave me the medications, and he said I can go out at the hospital within 3 days.

Honestly, a part of me doesn't want to get out of here.

"I have to tell Spencer about this!"

"What?" Spencer? Spencer…

"Yeah, I have his number anyways."

"Why would he even want to know about my situation?"

"Well, because…"

"Well…?"

"Spence and I… Are kind of…." No. No. No. Freaking. Way. "… Dating…"

I literally shouted a big "WHAT?" at her face. I immediately covered my mouth, realizing I could wake up some patients.

"Well, after we went to your house, we stopped to a gasoline station to fill his tank. While Brendon refills his car, he immediately asked me to go out with me…" My mouth is still wide open in disbelief.

"Does he even know that you're only 17?"

"Yeah… But he promised me that we'll go as far as holding hands only until us actually, get married." Wow, what a gentleman.

"Did you tell Mr and Mrs Frio about this?"

"At first they don't approved Spencer, but after an hour explaining that he's my dream guy for 5 years, they actually understood my situation. Although they said that if I got my heart broken to him, it will be my fault."

"That's nice. Okay fine you have my approval as well." She mouthed a silent 'yes!'

I hope my parents can understand me as well.

As Leslie called Spencer 30 minutes ago, my door opened, with some familiar faces. Spencer Smith and… Brendon Urie? I was expecting Spencer, but not Brendon.

"Can we come in?" Spencer said as he reached out Leslie's hand.

They look cute together.

"You guys are sure welcome, right Sally?" Leslie said to the guys, as she glance her look to me.

What now.

"Oh my…" Brendon and Spencer muttered as they saw the half-blinded me on a hospital bed. Brendon immediately went to my right, placing the bouquet of flowers at the table. Pink and white roses…

That's quite… romantic?

Spencer stayed at Leslie's right, facing me and Brendon. Brendon carelessly smoothed my face as he tries to ask why I "did that".

"You know you can talk to Leslie, or to me, at least…"

Was he worrying about me? No. Probably, he only acts like that to any other girl that he can encounter. I'm just another fan girl, anyways.

"…." I kept silent. I can't talk. I don't want to. I won't talk to him.

"Uh, I think we should leave you two alone for a while." Spencer said as he led Leslie outside my room. Leave us for what?

"Well, now that they're gone, can you now tell me why you did this?" he wouldn't stop.

"There's no point in telling you anyways." I was right. Nothing will change if I tell the real reason, and what is really happening. And besides, he wouldn't believe me. Nobody does.

"There is a point, Sally. To let out your feelings to someone who can understand."

"Well, are you sure that you can understand my situation? I doubt it, Brendon. Even though you're older than me, I'm pretty sure you can't understand-"

He pulled up his sleeve, took of his watch, and showed to me the scars. I stared at it in disbelief.

You're kidding me.

"I try to commit suicide when I was 15. I wanted to get out of my Mormon family, but I just can't. I tried to do this, just to escape something that I don't believe in." I gulped. I cleared my throat.

"We're still different. You don't know me, Urie. You might know my name, but never my story." I clenched my fist. "You might tell me that you'll understand, but you wouldn't. Because that's what everyone says to me. All of them were just curious. And once they got the answers to their questions, they'll just leave me alone; broken." I'm chocking in my own tears.

Who cares, anyways?

The next thing I knew, I was around Brendon's warm embrace. This isn't the kind of embrace that you get from your friends when you're down. It's that kind of embrace that somewhat says, "I don't know how you feel, but here I am, trying to take some, and feel the pain with you." I couldn't control myself. I sobbed at his chest. He patted me gently.

Softly he whispered, "Let me save you".

I give up.