He was gone. Definitely gone. She had no idea where he had gone to and she
couldn't have stopped him. She stood there softly crying.
"Lana?" a woman's voice called
Lana turned around to see Mrs. Kent, who had just come back from the hospital. Lana was shocked at her appearance. She looked so old and weary. So sad. The way a woman would look if she had lost a baby.
"Lana, is everything OK?"
Lana shook her head "No.. He left.. On the motorcycle"
"Clark?" Martha asked
"Yes" Lana sobbed "I'm sorry, I tried to stop him but.."
"No, no. It's not your fault" Martha said, obviously trying to hide her panic "I have to tell Jonathan"
She turned to leave but turned back to Lana.
"Will you be OK?" She asked her
Lana tried to smile, but failed "Yeah.. Um, I'll be fine"
Martha smiled at her, then rushed off to find her husband. Feeling sick to her stomach and like the wind had been knocked out of her, Lana walked home.
Chloe and Pete read through their US History notes. They were both stressed out with the final exams but so happy that school was almost over. Pete looked over at Chloe. His feelings for her were always visible but now they seemed more intense than ever. Damn those smart hormones of his. He wished she felt the same way about him but although she was mad beyond words at him, she knew she still loved Clark. Pete sighed. Think about homework, not girls!
"You okay?" Chloe asked
Pete snapped back to reality "Yeah, I'm fine"
"Good.. God, this test will be so hard!" She complained
"Well, School is over in 3 days so just stop whining"
She smiled "I'm not whining, your being a jerk"
They both laughed. They heard the door open. Chloe paid no attention to it; it was probably just Lana coming home from a long day of making out with Clark. Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Hey Lana" Chloe said, not even looking up
"Are you OK?" Pete asked her
Lana, without saying a word, collapsed to the ground crying. Chloe and Pete shoot out of the chairs and ran to her.
"Lana, what's wrong?" Chloe asked, grabbing Lana's hand
"He left, I don't know where he went!" she sobbed
"Who?" Chloe asked
"Clark"
"Oh my God.." Pete whispered "He did it.. He really did it"
"He rode.. off on the.. motorcycle!"
"What do you mean?"
"He told me.. that he had to.. leave" She rubbed her eyes "I.. I don't know where he went.. What if he never comes back?..What was wrong with him!"
Chloe hated Clark even more now; first, he is being unfaithful with their friendship by not telling her that him and Lana were going out. Now he takes off like an idiot. Chloe looked at her best friend, who looked like a mess and nervous wreck. All guilt she had about doing the article on him had disappeared.
"Don't worry Lana." Pete said unsure "Um, I'm sure he'll come back"
Lana sobbed again, throwing herself into Chloe's arms. Chloe was somewhat mad at Lana for not telling her about her and Clark's relationship but showed some pity and comforted her.
"Why won't he let me in? Why won't he talk to me?" she asked, "I thought it was going so well"
"I'm sorry, Lana" Chloe said, hugging her friend, she looked up at Pete, whose face was in shock "Hey, you OK?" she asked him
He sighed and nodded "Yeah just, uh, worried about Clark"
"He wasn't acting like himself" Lana said, struggling to get to her feet, she changed the subject "So, um, you guys are studying?"
"Yeah for finals, you want to join us?" Pete asked
Lana tried her best to smile and nodded "Yeah, let me just wash my face"
Lana walked into the bathroom while Chloe and Pete got back to their intense studying of US History.
"Jerk" Chloe muttered under her breath
Pete heard her but decided to not correct her, Chloe was mad at Clark, really really mad. Lana had no idea why she did what she did next, it was like she wasn't even awake and her mind was gone. The razor. Her razor. Lana felt like a zombie, she took the razor, put it to her wrist and pushed it in, cutting her wrist. She was so numb she hardly felt the pain, but the blood made her panic and then pass out. Was she going to die? She didn't want to die! She really didn't!
Chloe sighed "What is taking Lana so long? She's been in the bathroom for twenty minutes"
Pete shrugged "Girls always take forever"
Chloe glared at him "You think you're so funny don't you?"
Pete laughed "I never said I was funny"
Chloe sighed "Let me check on her to make sure everything is all right"
Chloe got up and walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Lana?"
No answer.
"Lana, It's Chloe, are you okay?"
No answer.
"C'mon Lana talk to me, I just want to help"
Still no answer. Chloe knocked again.
"Lana, you know this door doesn't lock, I could always barge in on you"
No answer.
"Lana" Her voice becoming stern "If you don't answer me I'm coming in"
No answer. Chloe sighed.
"Okay here I come.."
Chloe opened the door and gasped in horror.
"PETE! PETE!"
Pete jumped out of his skin when he heard it. It was Chloe all right, but he never heard her with that much shock and fear in her voice. He ran over as fast as he could.
"Oh my God!"
He looked over to see Lana, passed out on the floor and Chloe, kneeling over her, a towel around Lana's wrist to stop the bleeding. Chloe was shaking.
"What happened?" Pete asked in shock
"She.. she slit her wrist.. they were bleeding.. and..and the razor.. Pete call 911!"
Pete ran to the phone and dialed the number. They were there in 5 minutes and rushed Lana to the hospital. Chloe and Pete were left behind. Pete glanced over at Chloe, who looked sick and white as a ghost. Her eyes were wet and her cheek tear-stained. He had never seen her look so scared before. He put his arm around her and comforted her.
"Hey, she'll be OK" He said to her
Chloe wiped her nose "Why would she do something like this? Try to commit.. suicide?"
"I don't know" Pete was at a loss for words, he seriously didn't know "She'll be fine" He ran his fingers through Chloe's stylish hair and to his suprise, She didn't tell him to stop.
"Let me drive you to the hospital"
Chloe smiled "Thanks"
"Lana?" a woman's voice called
Lana turned around to see Mrs. Kent, who had just come back from the hospital. Lana was shocked at her appearance. She looked so old and weary. So sad. The way a woman would look if she had lost a baby.
"Lana, is everything OK?"
Lana shook her head "No.. He left.. On the motorcycle"
"Clark?" Martha asked
"Yes" Lana sobbed "I'm sorry, I tried to stop him but.."
"No, no. It's not your fault" Martha said, obviously trying to hide her panic "I have to tell Jonathan"
She turned to leave but turned back to Lana.
"Will you be OK?" She asked her
Lana tried to smile, but failed "Yeah.. Um, I'll be fine"
Martha smiled at her, then rushed off to find her husband. Feeling sick to her stomach and like the wind had been knocked out of her, Lana walked home.
Chloe and Pete read through their US History notes. They were both stressed out with the final exams but so happy that school was almost over. Pete looked over at Chloe. His feelings for her were always visible but now they seemed more intense than ever. Damn those smart hormones of his. He wished she felt the same way about him but although she was mad beyond words at him, she knew she still loved Clark. Pete sighed. Think about homework, not girls!
"You okay?" Chloe asked
Pete snapped back to reality "Yeah, I'm fine"
"Good.. God, this test will be so hard!" She complained
"Well, School is over in 3 days so just stop whining"
She smiled "I'm not whining, your being a jerk"
They both laughed. They heard the door open. Chloe paid no attention to it; it was probably just Lana coming home from a long day of making out with Clark. Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Hey Lana" Chloe said, not even looking up
"Are you OK?" Pete asked her
Lana, without saying a word, collapsed to the ground crying. Chloe and Pete shoot out of the chairs and ran to her.
"Lana, what's wrong?" Chloe asked, grabbing Lana's hand
"He left, I don't know where he went!" she sobbed
"Who?" Chloe asked
"Clark"
"Oh my God.." Pete whispered "He did it.. He really did it"
"He rode.. off on the.. motorcycle!"
"What do you mean?"
"He told me.. that he had to.. leave" She rubbed her eyes "I.. I don't know where he went.. What if he never comes back?..What was wrong with him!"
Chloe hated Clark even more now; first, he is being unfaithful with their friendship by not telling her that him and Lana were going out. Now he takes off like an idiot. Chloe looked at her best friend, who looked like a mess and nervous wreck. All guilt she had about doing the article on him had disappeared.
"Don't worry Lana." Pete said unsure "Um, I'm sure he'll come back"
Lana sobbed again, throwing herself into Chloe's arms. Chloe was somewhat mad at Lana for not telling her about her and Clark's relationship but showed some pity and comforted her.
"Why won't he let me in? Why won't he talk to me?" she asked, "I thought it was going so well"
"I'm sorry, Lana" Chloe said, hugging her friend, she looked up at Pete, whose face was in shock "Hey, you OK?" she asked him
He sighed and nodded "Yeah just, uh, worried about Clark"
"He wasn't acting like himself" Lana said, struggling to get to her feet, she changed the subject "So, um, you guys are studying?"
"Yeah for finals, you want to join us?" Pete asked
Lana tried her best to smile and nodded "Yeah, let me just wash my face"
Lana walked into the bathroom while Chloe and Pete got back to their intense studying of US History.
"Jerk" Chloe muttered under her breath
Pete heard her but decided to not correct her, Chloe was mad at Clark, really really mad. Lana had no idea why she did what she did next, it was like she wasn't even awake and her mind was gone. The razor. Her razor. Lana felt like a zombie, she took the razor, put it to her wrist and pushed it in, cutting her wrist. She was so numb she hardly felt the pain, but the blood made her panic and then pass out. Was she going to die? She didn't want to die! She really didn't!
Chloe sighed "What is taking Lana so long? She's been in the bathroom for twenty minutes"
Pete shrugged "Girls always take forever"
Chloe glared at him "You think you're so funny don't you?"
Pete laughed "I never said I was funny"
Chloe sighed "Let me check on her to make sure everything is all right"
Chloe got up and walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Lana?"
No answer.
"Lana, It's Chloe, are you okay?"
No answer.
"C'mon Lana talk to me, I just want to help"
Still no answer. Chloe knocked again.
"Lana, you know this door doesn't lock, I could always barge in on you"
No answer.
"Lana" Her voice becoming stern "If you don't answer me I'm coming in"
No answer. Chloe sighed.
"Okay here I come.."
Chloe opened the door and gasped in horror.
"PETE! PETE!"
Pete jumped out of his skin when he heard it. It was Chloe all right, but he never heard her with that much shock and fear in her voice. He ran over as fast as he could.
"Oh my God!"
He looked over to see Lana, passed out on the floor and Chloe, kneeling over her, a towel around Lana's wrist to stop the bleeding. Chloe was shaking.
"What happened?" Pete asked in shock
"She.. she slit her wrist.. they were bleeding.. and..and the razor.. Pete call 911!"
Pete ran to the phone and dialed the number. They were there in 5 minutes and rushed Lana to the hospital. Chloe and Pete were left behind. Pete glanced over at Chloe, who looked sick and white as a ghost. Her eyes were wet and her cheek tear-stained. He had never seen her look so scared before. He put his arm around her and comforted her.
"Hey, she'll be OK" He said to her
Chloe wiped her nose "Why would she do something like this? Try to commit.. suicide?"
"I don't know" Pete was at a loss for words, he seriously didn't know "She'll be fine" He ran his fingers through Chloe's stylish hair and to his suprise, She didn't tell him to stop.
"Let me drive you to the hospital"
Chloe smiled "Thanks"