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Chapter Six: Mother, Mother
The car ride to Finn's house started out silent. "I'm so sorry." Rachel said quietly as she stared out the window. He shook his head. "Don't be." He sighed. "I'm pathetic." She muttered. He looked over at her.
Her tiny frame hunched together, as if she were trying to hold herself in place. "Finn...what am I going to do? I just can't convince myself to want to care anymore." She said softly, never looking over at him. "I'm going to help you Rachel. I promise. I will show you, that there is a lot of stuff you should care about." He breathed in deeply, his heart was breaking for her.
Finn heard muffled sobs, and looked over at Rachel. Her face was in her hands and she was crying. She looked at him and shook her head. "You should've let me die..." She said through tears. He shook his head. "Rachel..." He started.
She just stared at him. "Please don't." She pleaded then looked back out the window.
When they got to Finn's house, they both got out, and Finn brought her up to the door. He opened the door, and immediately saw his mom sitting on the couch. "Hey baby," She smiled, until she saw the look on his face. She also saw the tears still falling down Rachel's cheeks.
"Mom, can Rachel stay here for a little while?" Finn asked his voice cracked a little bit. "Why? What's wrong?" Carole asked. Finn looked at Rachel and back at his mom. "Hey Rach? Maybe you should go try to sleep or something okay? In my room. You know where it is." He said. Rachel nodded and walked down the hallway.
"Okay, what's going on?" Carole asked quietly. "She needs a place to stay. Mom, her dads left her for the whole summer. She needs us. Plus, you have no idea, I'll the stuff I've seen this afternoon. I don't think she should be alone." He sighed quickly and took a seat next to his mother.
"Finn...what's wrong with her?" She asked again. "She's...god mom. I'm not old enough to deal with this. My best friend almost died today." He let a few tears fall down his cheeks. "How did she almost die? Finn baby, talk to me." Carole put an arm around her son.
"Suicide." He choked out. Carole's face fell. "Finn...are you sure?" She asked. He nodded and pulled the note from earlier out his jean pocket and handed it to Carole. She looked it over and read it. "Oh my...honey...obviously you got there in time, but what happened when you did get there?" She questioned, giving him a sympathetic look.
"We talked, and sat, and cried, and put our hearts on the line." He sucked in air and let it out again. "Mom...if something ever happens to her...I don't know if I'll ever love again." He cried quietly. "You love her?" Carole asked while rubbing Finn's back. He nodded. "So much." He said. He looked over at his mom.
"Can we help her?" He asked. Carole nodded. "Of course we can. We aren't going to let her stay alone. She obviously needs us. Finn, you're a good guy. I think you can help her. Just be careful. She might not be ready for you yet." Carole said as she stood up.
"What do you mean?" He asked. "You love her." She said while walking into the kitchen. "I do." Finn whispered. He walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. He looked in and found Rachel asleep on his bed. He smiled to himself, and walked back out into the living room, taking a seat on the couch and watching TV.
He closed his eyes for a few moments taking everything in. Most importantly what she'd said just a little while ago.
"I woke up one morning, and everything anyone had ever said to me, that was mean or hurtful or horrible finally sunk in. Because, after long enough every word they said finally gets to you. Whether, it makes you feel upset for an hour, or it makes you depressed. It always gets to you"
He shivered a bit at the thought of her shaky, cold, depressed voice. He shook his head as he thought about the way her eyes had looked, empty for so long. He sighed and held in a tears at the thought of her actually wanting to hurt herself.
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