He signed in to his hotmail, and saw that he had received a message from her. He sighed as he clicked on the message. It opened up in front of him on the screen. He skimmed through it at first, just to see what she had said to him. A few words caught his eye. 'There is no longer any reason for me to keep living, because the only important thing in my life has deserted, and does not love me any more.' He sighed and closed the message. He couldn't read any more of that. Not after how he treated her. He felt like a jerk now. She was going to kill herself, all because of him. His heart started to ache as he looked at the time at which the message had been sent. He jumped up off his bed and slammed the laptop shut. Running out into the hall of his apartment, slamming the door behind him. Someone had just stepped out of the elevator, to see him run down the 4 flights of stairs in his building. He pushed the doors to the building open and ran out into the parking lot. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath. Everyone that had been around the front doors, had stopped to look at him. Looking up, he saw everyone staring at him.
"What are you looking at?" He screamed at them. They all looked away as he started to run again. Her building was about 2 kilometres away. It would only take him a few minutes to get there. He just prayed he wasn't too late. By the time he reached her building, he was out of breath. He sat down on the stairs for a few minutes before getting up and walking up the 3 flights of stairs to her apartment. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He sighed, twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open slowly. He walked in and closed the door behind him quietly. All the lights were off and it seemed like no one was home. 'Her parents must still be at work,' he thought. He looked down the hall as heard music playing quietly. He followed the music down the hall, as he neared her room it got louder. Stopping in front of her door, he pushed it open slightly. There were no lights on, except for the faint glow of a flame coming from somewhere on the floor. He pushed the door open all the way, walked in and closed it behind him. He saw the box, the dish and its contents. He sat on her bed and looked at the stereo. The song that was playing was one he knew all to well. He sighed as he saw a flash in the dim light. Leaning down, he saw the knife. He picked it up carefully. As he brought it closer to his face he could smell the blood. He stood up quickly and turned the lights on. The knife was covered in blood. He looked around the room and saw her lying on the floor. He dropped the knife, ran over and knelt down beside her. The white carpet was stained red, and her arm was covered in blood. Her beautiful blonde hair was covering her face. He sighed and reached to move her hair, hands shaking like crazy. As he moved her hair, he felt her breathe on his hand. He jumped ever so slightly, as to keep from scaring her. He reached down and grabbed her arm carefully. Grabbing the sweater off the bed, he wrapped it around her arm to stop the bleeding. Her eyes opened slowly, those beautiful green eyes he loved to look in. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her.
"Don't." He said quietly. "I came," He said answering the questions in her eyes, "because I realized how much I love you. And I don't want to lose you." She sighed, and looked down at her arm, that he was still holding. He leaned down.
"Why did you do this?" He asked.
"I did it...Because...You told me you didn't love me anymore." she said, though it was hardly even a whisper. He nodded.
"I know what I said. But...I lied. I did it for your own good."
"My own good?" She asked. "I tried to kill myself! And I should have succeeded! Why did you stop it?" She asked, nodding at her arm.
"I already told you. Because I love you." He said quietly. He leaned down and lifted her chin up carefully. "And I never want to lose you again." He softly pressed his lips to hers. She struggled to sit up, but he moved his hand to her side to stop her. "Don't." He said pulling away. "You'll hurt yourself." He helped her sit up, and put her good arm around his neck. He stood up and laid her down on her bed. "Stay here. I'll be back soon. And keep the arm wrapped in the sweater. I don't want you to bleed anymore." He said opening the door, and closing it behind him. She looked after him and sighed.