Jesse walked furiously and quickly to his carm whilst wiping his tears of rejection away. He felt hurt, he felt mad, he felt useless. He felt unwanted by her.
He nearly ripped open the door of his car as he got in. When he was sure no one could see him, he broke down. He tried to help, he fucking saved her life, yet she shoved him away. Was he really just some stupid fling to her? He wasn't the fling type of guy at, the closest he got was a week's worth relationship with a girl on the track team. He regretted every single fraction of those seven days.
He fumbled with his keys and angrily stabbed the key hole with, pushing the car into drive. He found it hard to drive with tears trickling down his face.
He fucked up. Didn't he?
Meanwhile, the doctors had to deal with a thrashing Beca, pulling at the chords of her IV and yelling at them to leave her alone. Eventually she stoppped moving and just broke down, the nurses rubbed her back and soothed her while the doctor checked the equipment.
"I just wanna' die...why didn't you let me die?" she mumbled breathelessly as she cried into her hands,"I don't wanna live. Please? Just kill me with something, I promise I won't be angry..."
"Miss Mitchell, we want you to live alright? You're lucky that Mr Swanson brought you here."
"NO! I'M NOT LUCKY! I CAN'T STAND ONE MORE DAY WITH ME BEING ALIVE! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW BADLY I HATE MY EXISTENCE!" she lashed but this time she never touched anything.
"Beca? Can I call you that? Anyway, you are. Alot of people wouldve been hurt and lost. I'm not a pscylogist but we will be refering you to one soon."
And with that, he left leaving one nurse to stay with Beca until she fell asleep.
News had spread around in Barden that, "Beca Mitchell wanted to take her life, but had not succeeded." There were all kinds of rumors... the girls (who were not her friends at all) were actually very creeped out and wanted to steer away from the "freak." The Bellas, who were truly concerned about her checked on her evey day, phoned in, texted, what ever it be they checked. Even though she would be cold and almost never reply (and if she did they were one worded answers) they would still worry.
Jesse on the other hand, never talked to Beca again ever since that day. Days went by, and he slowly forgot about Beca Mitchell. He carried on with his studies, achieved A's, work in the Film Club, audition for plays, flirt with other blonde, tatty girls. Occasionaly, his mind did wonder to Beca. He wondered how she was doing. What she was thinking. How she was thinking. Hoping that she was better.
He did not want her back though. "I deserve better," he thought. She turned him down and shut her out, when he practically saved her life. She never evem thanked him for his gracious doings. He didn't care about her anymore. He just wondered. That's not caring...right?
HAHA. IM EVIL. Don't worry though, I got this story planned out and you'll love what I'll do :)
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~Jeca1347