Hey, everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated for a few days—I've been really busy with school and stuff. Here is my next chapter, though.
Summary: Ruthie tries to put her plan into action, but something stops her.
Ruthie knew it was risky to do it in the Camden household. It was such a packed place, and Ruthie had loved it when she was younger. But now she hated it. She wanted to be alone, and apparently, the bathroom was the only place to get any privacy.
"Ruthie," Annie yelled from downstairs, "Dinner is ready!" Ruthie glanced at her clock on the nightstand. 6:06.
Kevin poked his head into her bedroom a minute later. "Are you joining us?"
"Mom just called me down, so just give me some time to go downstairs!" Ruthie exclaimed.
"Well, Ruthie, I was just curious, because you haven't been joining us lately," Kevin replied, slightly taken aback by her tone.
"Curious? You were curious? Well, leave me alone! Don't I get any privacy around here?" Ruthie yelled, as she jumped up and brushed past Kevin.
"What's going on?" Lucy asked, as she joined Kevin as they heard the bathroom door slam.
"She's upset," Kevin replied turning to his wife, "And it's my fault. I asked her if she was joining us for dinner. I shouldn't have been so nosy."
"It's not your fault," Lucy replied. "She hasn't been in good moods lately, and I'm getting tired of it." Lucy sighed, as a tear trickled down her cheek. "I want to help her, but I don't know how."
Kevin embraced his wife lovingly. "Honey, when she's ready for help, she'll come and ask. All you can do is be there for her."
Lucy nodded, "You're right."
Inside the bathroom, Ruthie glared angrily at the mirror. She hated her family, hated school, hated Peter, but most of all, hated herself.
"It's best if I'm not alive. Then people won't have to worry about me." She glanced in the bathroom cabinets, hoping to find pills or something sharp. But all she found was a note. The pills and razors had been cleared out of them.
Ruthie, being nosy, assumed that it was meant for a different member of the family, but decided to read it anyway.
Ruthie,
If you think about killing yourself, then you are not just hurting yourself, but you will cause grief and pain to your entire family. You are being selfish, just like Peter had been. He had been selfish killing the man intentionally, and you have been selfish by being nasty to those who have tried to reach out to you the most.
Don't be Peter, Ruthie. Don't kill yourself. Instead, ask for help, because I love you and I don't want to see you grieve any longer.
Love,
A Friend
Ruthie set down the note, puzzled. Peter was the only one who would send her those sort-of notes, but he was dead.
Ruthie opened the bathroom and walked out, as she bumped into Simon. "We were just looking for you! We've been waiting for awhile."
"I was just going to dinner."
Simon smiled. "Good." And then he began to walk ahead, as Ruthie followed, wondering who could have sent her the mysterious note.
The way this story is going, it will be different from my other "Grasping for Life."
Review, please. Thank you.