CHAPTER 9: Suicide Attempt
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
"Hey, Peater! Where's Elsi?" Annika asked.
I sighed. "Elyssia's gone. She had to go home because of . . . something." I answered sadly.
"What something would that be? When she never even said goodbye?" Annika whined.
"Shut up, and go fly a kite! Nobody said you had to stick to me like a leech on my arm!" I growled, as I didn't know what answer to give the young girl-plant.
Annika wiped away a tear before proceeding to walk away. I looked at the distant horizon with a sigh. Why did Elyssia run back home? Will I ever know? Will I see her again? My sadness slowly turned into anger as I turned to go back into the base and I went into my room.
"I hate her! Why didn't she realize that I'd be hurt?!" I roared.
She is crass. She's the most crazy-ass girl-plant that I've ever met in my whole God-forsaken life! I wish that I'd never met her. I wish that I left her on the roadside to die. Why didn't I know that it'd end like this? And just why am I feeling as if a part of me is hurt for some unknown reason?
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
Finally. I'm home. Home, where I can finally set things straight for all of the five hundred students at St. Henry CS. I can tell that somebody wants me dead, and that somebody's mad at me . . .
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
"Hey, Peater! It's dinner time! You coming?" Ash asked as he threw my door open, not even bothering to knock.
"No, thank you." I answered sourly before I turned to the window.
"What the hell?! I thought you had an appetite fit for a wolf! You fine?" Ash enquired.
"Absolutely not!" I bellowed.
"Why so glum, old friend? Did you receive word of a family member dying? Tell me." Ash whispered as he put a leaf on my stem.
I stood up in anger and faced him.
"Elyssia's gone! She left not long ago, and I'm just so damn lonely! I don't know why she had to leave!" I yelled.
"Okay, okay! Don't need to bite into my head, Peater! Now, I'm quite educated in this area, so tell me, do you feel some other kind of hurt that isn't yours?" Ash asked softly.
I nodded. "But I don't know what the hell ―"
"Listen. Maybe Elyssia knows what you're thinking, and something bad is happening to her. I know you two are really close, even though you knew each other for a few days. Try to be open!" Ash cut in.
"Psh! Oh, sure! And I bet Elyssia will kill herself, and we'll leave it at that, right?" I quipped.
"Be that way. But trust me, you will be sorry for those words that you just uttered. Just try to pay attention to the voice deep down in your heart. Maybe Elyssia might wanna break it off with you because you're not 100% ready for the responsibilities of plantly love. I'll leave you to your thoughts ― hungry." Ash said, before rushing down the stairs.
"Ugghh . . . this life." I muttered as anger and hurt filled me up.
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
Finally I know. My departure from the former Eaton Center has gotten Peater really, really, really, really, really mad at me. Wow. And now I have another very excellent reason to put my plan into action. On my computer, I opened up the chatroom that my class used to stay in touch, and sent this message to everyone:
Dear Madam Hibiscus (and co.),
Hey, it's me, Elyssia Antonia Maccabaeus, the girl who you like to call "weird-e". I know you ALL hate me, and that's fine! Very good with me, in fact! Just another good reason why I have no reason to go to school, to wake up, to go to sleep . . .
Or to cut a long story short, to breathe! So . . . don't expect me at school tomorrow . . .
Or the day after that . . .
Or the day after that.
Because I will be DEAD. So . . .
Bye!
Yours truly,
Elyssia Antonia Maccabaeus
AKA:
-Weird-e
-The Freak Of St. Henry CS.
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
Am I seeing things? Or is this actually true? Is it true that Elyssia wants to . . . die? Oh Lord, don't let it be so . . . I'm really sorry . . . now I know why I'm feeling hurt! It's partially me! My thoughts just came bouncing right back to me! I know that "other reason"! Please, don't let Elyssia be dead . . .
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
Gather it in, Elyssia. Gather it in. It's truly time to see Adria and Alana. Don't worry . . . everyone wants me to die, so I'll die. I know Peater doesn't really care, and it was just a whim . . . I thought as I paced back and forth across my room for what seemed like eternity.
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
Damn! I wish I was seeing things! Now I really know that there's nothing I can do for Elyssia . . .
But I can tell Ash that I've changed my way of thinking.
"Ash! Ash!" I called down the stairs.
"Peater, what is it?" Ash asked as he came dashing up a few seconds later.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said about Elyssia! Now she's gonna kill herself, and it's gonna be on me!" I answered sadly as I felt a part of me slip away faster and faster.
"Well, there's nothing I can do about it! This is your fault. 100%!" Ash exclaimed.
But before I could reply, I could feel myself being shut off from reality, and I was absorbed in a morbid scene.
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
I started writing a note to my parents. It said:
Dear Mom and Dad,
When you find this, I'll probably be in the bathroom, dead. I realized that nobody actually cares about me, and that there's no point in living in this world. Please tell Miss Sanatria that she was the most decent person I'd met in St. Henry, and please remember to visit my grave every Sunday.
Guessing I'll love you till the end,
Elyssia Antonia Maccabaeus
Tacking the note up to my door, I ran into the bathroom and sighed. I can't believe that I'm gonna do this . . .
But I must.
I opened the medicine cabinet and quickly scanned the substances, with my heart threatening to jump right out of my mouth. But I must do this. I quickly found some drugs, mixed them with water, and guzzled it all down. Now I'll just leave it to Mother Nature to suck each and every drop of life out of me . . .
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
She's done it. Elyssia's poisoned herself, and part of me will die. Forever. How could I be so self centered and egotistical? I should've known that we were bonded, and that my words and actions can cut like a knife and hurt . . . or maybe even kill . . .
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
As soon as the toxic liquid had hit my stomach, my mind started swirling, and I felt load upon load of pain. The soreness was so bad that I had to scream. Guess my death wouldn't be as quiet as I thought. I could hear my mother and father running up the stairs, and I knew that I'd be caught in the act.
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
Come on! I know that Elyssia won't die . . . I've changed my thinking . . . don't let it be too late . . .
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
So now Peater repents. Too late! I'll just die right this minute and leave it at that!
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
It's never too late to correct a mistake . . .
Right?
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
I was screaming like crazy, and my parents had come into the bathroom. I reached for the drug yet again, when my mother stopped me.
"Elyssia! What are you doing?!" she asked.
"I wanna die! I have to die!" I screamed as I slowly sank to the ground.
"Why do you want to die?" my father asked.
"I wasn't supposed to be born, and everyone thinks that there's something wrong with me!" I howled.
"Wh-who told ―" my mother tried to ask her question, when my father stopped her with a look.
"Just let me DIE!" I screeched as I made to hobble over to the jar containing the dangerous drug.
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
"Don't! Elyssia, don't!" I yelled as I made to knock the jar out of her leaf.
And surprisingly enough, it fell to the ground and shattered as I shoved it right out, even though I knew I wasn't there, in point of fact. How did this happen? Will I ever know?
ELYSSIA'S PERSPECTIVE
"NO! NO!" I screamed as the jar was somehow knocked out of my leaves.
I started thrashing about, and I was sure my howls could be heard all the way up Kipling.
"Elyssia! You need to calm down!" my father exclaimed.
"I JUST WANNA DIE!" I screamed as I clutched Peater's necklace and tried to tug it off, but to no avail.
I then took a few steps towards the mirror, and banged my head against it, causing it to shatter and cut my head right open. I could feel my own blood run down my face as I stumbled backwards and fell unconscious. Last thing I could remember was that a yell of pain that didn't come from me was echoing through my mind . . .
PEATER'S PERSPECTIVE
I screamed loudly at the sight of Elyssia banging her head against the mirror, and blood painting her head red not very long after that. I gasped as the colour in her crystals turned from a dark blue to plain transparent as she fell unconscious. But the part of me that almost died still remained . . . barely. Elyssia was alive, but that thread of life that she was hanging by was probably gonna snap anytime soon . . .
"Peater! You fine?" Ash asked as he leaned over me.
"Y-yeah . . . I-I'm okay . . ." I mumbled as I stood up.
"You freaked me out, dude! I thought that I'd have to give you some kind of injection ―" Ash clapped a leaf over his mouth at his words.
"What did you say?" I asked as I stood up on my wobbly roots.
"N-nothing!" Ash answered as he scarpered down the stairs.
Oh, how I hope that Elyssia isn't dead because of me.