Chapter 7
"Skye you have a visitor" Zach said softly. I turned to the door, and watched as Daddy steppped into the room.
"Daddy!" I cried, tears spilling over my eyelids. He embraced me tightly, and kissed my cheek. He cupped my face into his hands, laughed, and hugged me again.
"How did you find me?" I cried, wiping my eyes.
"Zach found me," he said softly. He was stading by the door, smiling. I beamed at him, and looked at Daddy.
He had changed since the divorce; I could tell. It looked like he hadn't shaved in 2 or 3 days. His eyes were darker and pools of sadness. His smile was weak, but there was some sincerity left in it.
"Oh Daddy, you don't even know how much I've been through!" I cried, more tears spilling over my eyes. Zach frowned, and left the room. I quickly explained everything that had happened since I had last talked to him. I lay back on my bed, tears wetting my chin, and waited for his reaction. He sighed heavily, and took my hand.
"I'm sorry Honey, so sorry. Things happen. I know that you probably think that the divorce is my fault-"
"Daddy! I don't think that!" I cried, sitting up. He sighed.
"I know things are miserable for you, but things will get better," he crooned. I crawled into his lap.
"If I had a dollar for everytime someone said that, I'd be rich," I muttered. Daddy roared.
"Well, it's the best advice anyone could give you," he claimed. I sighed, and nodded. He wiped some tears from my cheeks, and smiled.
"Cheer up," he ordered, and I smiled weakly. He chuckled, and began to tickle me. I cried out laughing, until he suddenly released me.
"So, it looks like you got it made here. Look at this room," he guestured it with his hands.
"I know, isn't it great? You should see the things that Zach has boughten me! They are so wonderful." I could see that he was hurt.
"But you know that he can't replace you Daddy," I added quickly. His smile returned.
"I know that, and it wouldn't bother me if it did," he proclaimed with a nod. I smiled.
We talked some more, then he said that he had to leave. I begged him to stay, but he said that he had to go before Mommy was supposed to come home.
"Zach told me that she was coming home today," he said. I bit my lip.
"Then I guess you better go," I said softly. He kissed me goodbye, and headed out of my room. I turned to the window. The sun was setting over the horizon on this glorious saturday. I sighed, and turned around to see Zach standing in the doorway again.
"You father is a nice man," he commented, grinning.
"Yeah," I whispered, hugging myself, feeling a sudden shiver run up my spine. He walked towards me, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I bit my lip; it was beggining to tremble.
"I'm not trying to replace your father, you know. He might think that, and you might think that, but I'm not," he whispered in my ear. I spun towards him.
"You were listening to our conversation?" I questioned softly, my mouth gaping.
"I was in the next room, and I couldn't help but over hearing," he repiled, keeping his steel gaze on me. I turned around again. His lips neared my cheek.
"I'm glad that you like all of the things that I have given you. It makes me feel that we have gotten closer." His lips brushed my cheek. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked, giving me a concerned glance. I shook my head. He took his hand off my shoulder, and placed his hands on my hair, running it through his fingers.
"You have the softest hair," he said, closing his eyes. I tore away from him quickly.
"I'm going out with Brad tonight," I sputtered quickly. He glared at me from out the corner of his eyes, and walked out of the room.
"Don't stay out too late," he called over his shoulder, and shut the door behind him. I trembled, and ran to grab my sweatshirt, and grabbed my keys, bolting out the door and into my car. I sped off towards Brad's house, and pounded on his door.
"What's wrong?" He asked. He noticed that I look shaken. He told his Mom that he was leaving, and shut the door behind him, and walked toward me.
"Something's wrong," he said. I nodded. I quickly explained what had happened with my father, and how Zach was acting.
"Just as I thought," Brad whispered. I held up my hand.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," I said, shaking my head. I walked back to my car, and crawled inside, sitting in the seat for a moment. Brad got it, and grabbed my hand, and kissed it. I sighed, and started the car.
"There's a party at Laura Skimpsky's house," he said. I shrugged.
"Sure, we'll go," I said, and turned towards her house. A block away, the cars started to appear along the road. I parked, and stepped onto the driveway. The music was booming loudly from outside the house. People were littered on the front yard, hanging around and drinking. I stepped aside from them, and entered the house.
The lights were on, illuminating faces. A long table of snacks and drink lined an entire wall. I shoved past people, and went inside. Some old friends of mine walked up to me, and stared chatting. I answered blankly, and shoved them aside. I walked over to the table, and grabbed some chips. Brad tagged along. He darted his eyes at something, looked back at me, then darted his eyes back.
"What?" I asked, trying to see what he was looking at.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, looking away guiltily. I turned over to where he was looking, and froze.
Over the other side of the room, Brian was standing with a pretty blonde girl with blue eyes and a great smile. Brad put a hand on my shoulder, and kept it there. I put my paper plate down, and marched over to him. He kissed the girl, which put a pang of hurt inside my stomach. I stood in front of him, and just as he pulled away, he jumped back.
"Skye, I didn't see you there. I didn't know that you were here," he sputtered quickly, smiling fakely at the girl and shoving her away.
"Yeah, well, I saw you, kissing her." I nodded towards her, and folded my hands across my chest. He sighed. I raised my eyebrows.
"Start explaining," I demanded. He sighed and began.
"Skye, I-" he cut himself off, trying to think of what to say. I tapped my foot impatiently.
"I don't have all day," I snapped.
"I'm speechless."
"Good, you should be," I snapped, and slapped him across the face. I bolted out of the house, and to my car, starting it up. I sat there, the engine roaring with my head on the steering wheel. Brad leaped into the car, and sat next to me. Tears fell down my cheeks.
"You know, the pathetic thing was, I thought he actually loved me," I whispered. Brad grabbed me and brought me to his side. Brian ran out the house.
"Skye!" he shouted, running over to the car. I pulled away from Brad, and sped out towards Brads house.
Tears spilled angrily over my eyelids. How could he do that to me? He wanted me, and then he kisses some other girl he's probably been seeing since I left. Why? Then I had thought of my own actions. I had slept with Brad. I'm being hypocritical. But I don't care. I didn't hurt him; he hurt me. I pulled up to Brad's house. I turned to him.
"Are you going to be OK?" he asked softly, taking my hand. I sighed, and nodded. He gingerly kissed my cheek, and stepped out of the car, entering his house. I glanced at him, then sped back home.
I slammed the door announcing my entrance. I ran up the stairs.
"Skye? What's wrong?" Zach asked, popping out of the office. I ignored his imply, and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I flung myself on my bed, and started to cry. Zach pounded on the door, which I had locked.
"Skye? What is going on?" he shouted, pouding on the door.
"Go away!" I screamed, bringing my knees to my chest. He pounded on it, and then walked away. I got up and locked the lounge door, and crawled back to my bed. Zach pounded on the door, and stopped. I guess he had a key, because he thrust the door open.
"Skye, please tell me what is going on," he demanded, running into my room. I didn't answer him. I rocked on my bed, staring at the bedsheet. He tore my hands away, and turned me towards him. My lip trembled.
"Men are jerks," I muttered angrily. He sighed.
"Boy trouble, I see," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"What happened?"
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened. Brian, has decided to cheat on me!" I screamed, and leaped off of the bed. Zach walked over to me and embraced me. I tore away from him.
"I don't need anyone's sympathy," I snapped, walking back over to the bed. I closed my eyes. "What am I going to do?" I whispered.
"You're going to call him, and you're going to ask him why he did it."
"Are you crazy! I'm never going to talk to him again!" I cried. He sighed.
"That's the only advice I can give you. You'll have to work this out between you and Brian." He left the room. I threw a pillow at the door, and heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" I growled angrily.
"I'm sorry," were the first words Brian blurted, but I hung up before he could say anything more. I hung the phone off the hook, and lay on my bed, softly crying. Zach came back up, and gave me something warm to drink.
"Thanks," I muttered. He smiled and watched me drink it down. I gave him the cup, and lay back.
"Everything will be OK," he said, and smiled. I rolled my eyes, and lay back in bed. He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering longer than I had expected, and left the room. I picked up the dead phone, hung it up for a moment, then called Brad.
"Hi."
"Hi," I sighed.
"Brian's been calling me for a while, saying that your phone has been busy. Who were you talking to?"
"No one. I took the phone off the hook," I muttered.
"He says that he's really sorry," he shared. I grunted.
"I don't give a damn."
"He really wants to talk to you."
"I don't care! I hate him! I hate him!" I nearly screamed over the phone. He growled.
"You know, don't try and be the innocent one here. You went behind his back too."
"Because you led me on! And I asked about him, and you told me that you loved me more!" I whispered harshly so that Zach wouldn't over hear me.
"Don't try and pin this on me."
"Brad, I-" I growled, and slammed the phone down. I screamed, and grabbed my coat and my keys.
"I'm going out!" I yelled to Zach, and ran into my car, speeding down the street. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, not knowing where I was going to go.
My life is turning in the wrong directions. When am I ever going to find happiness? My brain screamed, taking my thoughts away from the road. I slowed down a bit, seeing a cop out of my rear view window, and slapped the dashboard. I stopped at a stoplight, and closed my eyes, then snapped them open. The light had turned green, and I slowly started to merge from the light, and sighed. I heard a car zooming by, and I looked at it, seeing it headed in my direction. I sped up, and soon, I heard the car slam against me, causing me to fly forward, hitting my head on the dashboard enough to knock me out.
My eyelids slowly fluttered open. I shook my head, trying to force them open. I felt someone take my hand.
"Where's Mommy. Where's Daddy? Where's Brad?" I moaned, opening my eyes further. A bright light hung above me, hurting my eyes.
"It's OK Skye, I'm right here," Brad said softly. My eyes snapped open. I turned to my right, and saw Brad sitting next to my bed. I leaned over and hugged him, but my head throbbed, and I had to sit back down.
"Easy," he eased. I pressed my palm to my forehead.
"What's wrong?" I groaned, closing m eyes. I heard footsteps in the room.
"Ah, Skye, you're awake," A male voice said. I opened my eyes. My doctor walked into the room, carrying and clipboard and writing something on it. "I'm Dr. Gionetti."
"What's wrong with me?" I asked.
"Well, when you hit the dashboard of your car, it caused you to have a severe concussion. That's why your head hurts so bad. The window shattered, causing you to have cuts and some bruises. In a few days, you'll be OK," he announced.
"Where's Zach?" I questioned curiously.
"He had to go take care of a few things," the doctor said. I sighed. "I'll be back to check on you." The doctor left. I turned to Brad.
"I'm so sorry Skye," he moaned, and grabbed me, climbing onto the bed. He embraced me tightly, and kissed my head, my cheeks, and my lips.
"It's not your fault Brad," I coaxed, closing my eyes.
"It is. If I hadn't been arguing with you, you never would have gone out and driven."
"It's not your fault Brad," I whispered, tears clinging to my cheeks. He stroked my hair.
"I shouldn't have brought it up, I should have asked you if you wanted to talk about it." I shook my head.
"Don't blame this on yourself Brad. It wasn't your fault. I . . . " I tried to think of something to say. I bit my lip.
"The only thing that matters is that you're OK," he said, and sighed heavily. I closed my eyes and nodded. Someone entered the room. I opened my eyes to see who it was. It was Zach, his arms folded across his chest, looking at Brad angrily. Once he had seen me looking at him, he smiled.
"Brad, do you mind if I have a few moments with Skye?" he asked. Brad pulled away quickly, nodded, and walked out of the room, glancing at me before he dissapeared. Zach stomped over to the bed, unfolding his hands.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, reaching out to touch my cheek.
"I could be feeling better," I muttered.
"Yes, well I can understand that," he said. I shrugged.
"Did Brad say anything to upset you?" he asked seriously. I shook my head quickly.
"No, no," I protested. He smiled.
"Now for a more serious question," he said. I raised my eyebrows.
"Skye, you left the house quite angrily. And when you got into the car, it triggered off something to me. Was this an. . . " his voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked impatiently.
"Was this an. . . an act of suicide?" he blurted. My eyes widened.
"What! Are you crazy!" I screamed. How could he think that?! He cringed.
"I don't want to think of it that way, but it just appeared in my mind."
"I didn't try to kill myself!" I cried loudly.
"I know, but the doctor also asked me about it. You were angry, things wern't going you're way. Dr. Gionetti said thats the top reason of a suicide attempt."
"Zach, I didn't try to kill myself," I said firmly, clenching my teeth.
"I know, I'm sorry," he said quickly, taking my hand. I snatched it away.
"I need some rest," I muttered, laying my head on my pillows. He nodded, and walked out of the room. He shut the light out, and I closed my eyes, my head beginning to pound again.
Was this really an attempt of suicide, I asked myself. NO! Don't even think of such things! So what, you were angry, what's the big deal? Everyone gets angry once in a while. The accident wasn't your fault. That jerk slammed into you, you didn't do anything. IT WASN'T YOUR FALUT, my brain screamed. I pressed my hands against my templed. I sighed, and opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling. My eyes started to close slowly, and soon I fell asleep.
"Skye you have a visitor" Zach said softly. I turned to the door, and watched as Daddy steppped into the room.
"Daddy!" I cried, tears spilling over my eyelids. He embraced me tightly, and kissed my cheek. He cupped my face into his hands, laughed, and hugged me again.
"How did you find me?" I cried, wiping my eyes.
"Zach found me," he said softly. He was stading by the door, smiling. I beamed at him, and looked at Daddy.
He had changed since the divorce; I could tell. It looked like he hadn't shaved in 2 or 3 days. His eyes were darker and pools of sadness. His smile was weak, but there was some sincerity left in it.
"Oh Daddy, you don't even know how much I've been through!" I cried, more tears spilling over my eyes. Zach frowned, and left the room. I quickly explained everything that had happened since I had last talked to him. I lay back on my bed, tears wetting my chin, and waited for his reaction. He sighed heavily, and took my hand.
"I'm sorry Honey, so sorry. Things happen. I know that you probably think that the divorce is my fault-"
"Daddy! I don't think that!" I cried, sitting up. He sighed.
"I know things are miserable for you, but things will get better," he crooned. I crawled into his lap.
"If I had a dollar for everytime someone said that, I'd be rich," I muttered. Daddy roared.
"Well, it's the best advice anyone could give you," he claimed. I sighed, and nodded. He wiped some tears from my cheeks, and smiled.
"Cheer up," he ordered, and I smiled weakly. He chuckled, and began to tickle me. I cried out laughing, until he suddenly released me.
"So, it looks like you got it made here. Look at this room," he guestured it with his hands.
"I know, isn't it great? You should see the things that Zach has boughten me! They are so wonderful." I could see that he was hurt.
"But you know that he can't replace you Daddy," I added quickly. His smile returned.
"I know that, and it wouldn't bother me if it did," he proclaimed with a nod. I smiled.
We talked some more, then he said that he had to leave. I begged him to stay, but he said that he had to go before Mommy was supposed to come home.
"Zach told me that she was coming home today," he said. I bit my lip.
"Then I guess you better go," I said softly. He kissed me goodbye, and headed out of my room. I turned to the window. The sun was setting over the horizon on this glorious saturday. I sighed, and turned around to see Zach standing in the doorway again.
"You father is a nice man," he commented, grinning.
"Yeah," I whispered, hugging myself, feeling a sudden shiver run up my spine. He walked towards me, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I bit my lip; it was beggining to tremble.
"I'm not trying to replace your father, you know. He might think that, and you might think that, but I'm not," he whispered in my ear. I spun towards him.
"You were listening to our conversation?" I questioned softly, my mouth gaping.
"I was in the next room, and I couldn't help but over hearing," he repiled, keeping his steel gaze on me. I turned around again. His lips neared my cheek.
"I'm glad that you like all of the things that I have given you. It makes me feel that we have gotten closer." His lips brushed my cheek. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked, giving me a concerned glance. I shook my head. He took his hand off my shoulder, and placed his hands on my hair, running it through his fingers.
"You have the softest hair," he said, closing his eyes. I tore away from him quickly.
"I'm going out with Brad tonight," I sputtered quickly. He glared at me from out the corner of his eyes, and walked out of the room.
"Don't stay out too late," he called over his shoulder, and shut the door behind him. I trembled, and ran to grab my sweatshirt, and grabbed my keys, bolting out the door and into my car. I sped off towards Brad's house, and pounded on his door.
"What's wrong?" He asked. He noticed that I look shaken. He told his Mom that he was leaving, and shut the door behind him, and walked toward me.
"Something's wrong," he said. I nodded. I quickly explained what had happened with my father, and how Zach was acting.
"Just as I thought," Brad whispered. I held up my hand.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," I said, shaking my head. I walked back to my car, and crawled inside, sitting in the seat for a moment. Brad got it, and grabbed my hand, and kissed it. I sighed, and started the car.
"There's a party at Laura Skimpsky's house," he said. I shrugged.
"Sure, we'll go," I said, and turned towards her house. A block away, the cars started to appear along the road. I parked, and stepped onto the driveway. The music was booming loudly from outside the house. People were littered on the front yard, hanging around and drinking. I stepped aside from them, and entered the house.
The lights were on, illuminating faces. A long table of snacks and drink lined an entire wall. I shoved past people, and went inside. Some old friends of mine walked up to me, and stared chatting. I answered blankly, and shoved them aside. I walked over to the table, and grabbed some chips. Brad tagged along. He darted his eyes at something, looked back at me, then darted his eyes back.
"What?" I asked, trying to see what he was looking at.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, looking away guiltily. I turned over to where he was looking, and froze.
Over the other side of the room, Brian was standing with a pretty blonde girl with blue eyes and a great smile. Brad put a hand on my shoulder, and kept it there. I put my paper plate down, and marched over to him. He kissed the girl, which put a pang of hurt inside my stomach. I stood in front of him, and just as he pulled away, he jumped back.
"Skye, I didn't see you there. I didn't know that you were here," he sputtered quickly, smiling fakely at the girl and shoving her away.
"Yeah, well, I saw you, kissing her." I nodded towards her, and folded my hands across my chest. He sighed. I raised my eyebrows.
"Start explaining," I demanded. He sighed and began.
"Skye, I-" he cut himself off, trying to think of what to say. I tapped my foot impatiently.
"I don't have all day," I snapped.
"I'm speechless."
"Good, you should be," I snapped, and slapped him across the face. I bolted out of the house, and to my car, starting it up. I sat there, the engine roaring with my head on the steering wheel. Brad leaped into the car, and sat next to me. Tears fell down my cheeks.
"You know, the pathetic thing was, I thought he actually loved me," I whispered. Brad grabbed me and brought me to his side. Brian ran out the house.
"Skye!" he shouted, running over to the car. I pulled away from Brad, and sped out towards Brads house.
Tears spilled angrily over my eyelids. How could he do that to me? He wanted me, and then he kisses some other girl he's probably been seeing since I left. Why? Then I had thought of my own actions. I had slept with Brad. I'm being hypocritical. But I don't care. I didn't hurt him; he hurt me. I pulled up to Brad's house. I turned to him.
"Are you going to be OK?" he asked softly, taking my hand. I sighed, and nodded. He gingerly kissed my cheek, and stepped out of the car, entering his house. I glanced at him, then sped back home.
I slammed the door announcing my entrance. I ran up the stairs.
"Skye? What's wrong?" Zach asked, popping out of the office. I ignored his imply, and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I flung myself on my bed, and started to cry. Zach pounded on the door, which I had locked.
"Skye? What is going on?" he shouted, pouding on the door.
"Go away!" I screamed, bringing my knees to my chest. He pounded on it, and then walked away. I got up and locked the lounge door, and crawled back to my bed. Zach pounded on the door, and stopped. I guess he had a key, because he thrust the door open.
"Skye, please tell me what is going on," he demanded, running into my room. I didn't answer him. I rocked on my bed, staring at the bedsheet. He tore my hands away, and turned me towards him. My lip trembled.
"Men are jerks," I muttered angrily. He sighed.
"Boy trouble, I see," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"What happened?"
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened. Brian, has decided to cheat on me!" I screamed, and leaped off of the bed. Zach walked over to me and embraced me. I tore away from him.
"I don't need anyone's sympathy," I snapped, walking back over to the bed. I closed my eyes. "What am I going to do?" I whispered.
"You're going to call him, and you're going to ask him why he did it."
"Are you crazy! I'm never going to talk to him again!" I cried. He sighed.
"That's the only advice I can give you. You'll have to work this out between you and Brian." He left the room. I threw a pillow at the door, and heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" I growled angrily.
"I'm sorry," were the first words Brian blurted, but I hung up before he could say anything more. I hung the phone off the hook, and lay on my bed, softly crying. Zach came back up, and gave me something warm to drink.
"Thanks," I muttered. He smiled and watched me drink it down. I gave him the cup, and lay back.
"Everything will be OK," he said, and smiled. I rolled my eyes, and lay back in bed. He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering longer than I had expected, and left the room. I picked up the dead phone, hung it up for a moment, then called Brad.
"Hi."
"Hi," I sighed.
"Brian's been calling me for a while, saying that your phone has been busy. Who were you talking to?"
"No one. I took the phone off the hook," I muttered.
"He says that he's really sorry," he shared. I grunted.
"I don't give a damn."
"He really wants to talk to you."
"I don't care! I hate him! I hate him!" I nearly screamed over the phone. He growled.
"You know, don't try and be the innocent one here. You went behind his back too."
"Because you led me on! And I asked about him, and you told me that you loved me more!" I whispered harshly so that Zach wouldn't over hear me.
"Don't try and pin this on me."
"Brad, I-" I growled, and slammed the phone down. I screamed, and grabbed my coat and my keys.
"I'm going out!" I yelled to Zach, and ran into my car, speeding down the street. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, not knowing where I was going to go.
My life is turning in the wrong directions. When am I ever going to find happiness? My brain screamed, taking my thoughts away from the road. I slowed down a bit, seeing a cop out of my rear view window, and slapped the dashboard. I stopped at a stoplight, and closed my eyes, then snapped them open. The light had turned green, and I slowly started to merge from the light, and sighed. I heard a car zooming by, and I looked at it, seeing it headed in my direction. I sped up, and soon, I heard the car slam against me, causing me to fly forward, hitting my head on the dashboard enough to knock me out.
My eyelids slowly fluttered open. I shook my head, trying to force them open. I felt someone take my hand.
"Where's Mommy. Where's Daddy? Where's Brad?" I moaned, opening my eyes further. A bright light hung above me, hurting my eyes.
"It's OK Skye, I'm right here," Brad said softly. My eyes snapped open. I turned to my right, and saw Brad sitting next to my bed. I leaned over and hugged him, but my head throbbed, and I had to sit back down.
"Easy," he eased. I pressed my palm to my forehead.
"What's wrong?" I groaned, closing m eyes. I heard footsteps in the room.
"Ah, Skye, you're awake," A male voice said. I opened my eyes. My doctor walked into the room, carrying and clipboard and writing something on it. "I'm Dr. Gionetti."
"What's wrong with me?" I asked.
"Well, when you hit the dashboard of your car, it caused you to have a severe concussion. That's why your head hurts so bad. The window shattered, causing you to have cuts and some bruises. In a few days, you'll be OK," he announced.
"Where's Zach?" I questioned curiously.
"He had to go take care of a few things," the doctor said. I sighed. "I'll be back to check on you." The doctor left. I turned to Brad.
"I'm so sorry Skye," he moaned, and grabbed me, climbing onto the bed. He embraced me tightly, and kissed my head, my cheeks, and my lips.
"It's not your fault Brad," I coaxed, closing my eyes.
"It is. If I hadn't been arguing with you, you never would have gone out and driven."
"It's not your fault Brad," I whispered, tears clinging to my cheeks. He stroked my hair.
"I shouldn't have brought it up, I should have asked you if you wanted to talk about it." I shook my head.
"Don't blame this on yourself Brad. It wasn't your fault. I . . . " I tried to think of something to say. I bit my lip.
"The only thing that matters is that you're OK," he said, and sighed heavily. I closed my eyes and nodded. Someone entered the room. I opened my eyes to see who it was. It was Zach, his arms folded across his chest, looking at Brad angrily. Once he had seen me looking at him, he smiled.
"Brad, do you mind if I have a few moments with Skye?" he asked. Brad pulled away quickly, nodded, and walked out of the room, glancing at me before he dissapeared. Zach stomped over to the bed, unfolding his hands.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, reaching out to touch my cheek.
"I could be feeling better," I muttered.
"Yes, well I can understand that," he said. I shrugged.
"Did Brad say anything to upset you?" he asked seriously. I shook my head quickly.
"No, no," I protested. He smiled.
"Now for a more serious question," he said. I raised my eyebrows.
"Skye, you left the house quite angrily. And when you got into the car, it triggered off something to me. Was this an. . . " his voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked impatiently.
"Was this an. . . an act of suicide?" he blurted. My eyes widened.
"What! Are you crazy!" I screamed. How could he think that?! He cringed.
"I don't want to think of it that way, but it just appeared in my mind."
"I didn't try to kill myself!" I cried loudly.
"I know, but the doctor also asked me about it. You were angry, things wern't going you're way. Dr. Gionetti said thats the top reason of a suicide attempt."
"Zach, I didn't try to kill myself," I said firmly, clenching my teeth.
"I know, I'm sorry," he said quickly, taking my hand. I snatched it away.
"I need some rest," I muttered, laying my head on my pillows. He nodded, and walked out of the room. He shut the light out, and I closed my eyes, my head beginning to pound again.
Was this really an attempt of suicide, I asked myself. NO! Don't even think of such things! So what, you were angry, what's the big deal? Everyone gets angry once in a while. The accident wasn't your fault. That jerk slammed into you, you didn't do anything. IT WASN'T YOUR FALUT, my brain screamed. I pressed my hands against my templed. I sighed, and opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling. My eyes started to close slowly, and soon I fell asleep.
