Just You and Me
Bad Blood
-Isabelle's POV-
I thought long and hard all day and night about my mother's words. I have changed. I really have. She's right. She's always right. I feel really bad for her leaving angry like that. I hate it when I disappoint people, but really that's all I've ever done my whole life. I'll have to call my mother in a few minutes to apologize and clear the air.
As im sitting alone after school eating cold leftover pizza, my thoughts consume me once again. How did this happen to me? I know my parents send me here to change. I get that, I needed space from everything back in Toronto. But I didn't realize how much my new self differs from my old.
Some things were for the better. I mean, after Addie's death, I almost followed in her footsteps. Losing a best friend is hard. Losing anyone is hard.
I don't think I've done homework here in a good week. Back home, I studied for at least an hour every night. Mind you, I didn't have any friends there, so books had to replace real people. But still.
The sun starts to set outside the bay window in the sitting area, and although it burns my eyes to stare, I can't help it. I love watching the sun set over the ocean. There's so many different colours; reds, yellows, blues, purples, and they all blur together as they melt into the dark water.
The phone starts to ring as im cleaning up my dishes. I walk over to answer, hoping it's my mother, but I don't recognize the number. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Ms. White?" A foreign female voice answers on the line.
"Yes, that's me," I reply. Who do I know that would call me 'Ms. White....?'
"Ms. White, I'm calling from LAX, my name is Amanda. I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news," she says, her voice sounding soft and concerned. Did my mother's flight get cancelled or something?
"Um, okay.." I say, awaiting her response.
"Your mother's plane has crashed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Our patrols have concluded that there are no survivors on the flight. I'm so sorry for your loss."
The phone slips out of my hand, cracking on the floor, and my whole world starts to crumble down. I decide to give in to the pain and let myself crumble with it.
-Harry's POV-
I text Isabelle good morning before I head downstairs to eat breakfast. I'm starving, and mum made bacon. I can smell it from all the way upstairs. I make my bed as I get up, not wanting to leave my room a mess, and I lazily head downstairs.
The smell of the cooking bacon fills my nose as I inhale the sweet, meaty scent. My stomach growls.
"Morning, Dear," mum calls to me from the kitchen.
"Morning," I grumble back. I'm not the happiest person when I'm hungry.
Once the bacon has finished sizzling in the pan, I quickly place a few pieces on my plate so I don't burn my fingers.
"Harry, you'll be late for school!" My mum yells. I guess I'll eat on the road.
Once I get to school, I realize Isabelle hasn't texted me back yet. Weird, I haven't seen her since the party. "Eleanor!" I yell when I see her messy brown hair. "Is Isabelle here yet?"
"Oh, hey Harry. No I haven't seen her since the party." she replies.
Oh.
I decide to call her phone, but she doesn't pick up. I leave a short message, hoping she'll call back. She always picks up her phone.
Maybe she's running late and her phone is dead. Or maybe her mum took it away. I guess I'll see her at lunch.
The first three periods go by in slow motion. I repetitively check my phone, awaiting Isabelle's response. I know I'm being clingy, but I can't help it. I have a bad feeling about this.
At break I go and stand by her locker, where she always comes to grab her books for fourth period, but she doesn't show. I guess she's not here today.
I manage to make it through fourth period, but after that I can't take it. Isabelle still hasn't called and I haven't seen her in two days.
Fuck it, I think to myself as I get in my car and jam my keys into the ignition. I start the car and speed out of the parking lot, my nerves building as I get onto the freeway. My thoughts keep getting worse and worse, and I can't help but wonder if she's okay.
After what feels like ages of driving, I pull into her driveway and run up to her door.
I knock 5 times, loudly, and wait. Why isn't she coming to open the door? I peek through the side window, but the house looks empty. Where is she?
That's when I hear the faintest muffled sob, so quiet it sounds more like a whimper. I'd know that cry anywhere. I look up to see the bathroom window slightly ajar.
My heart races as I quickly take action. I rummage through the flower box for her spare key, jamming it abruptly into the keyhole before unlocking the sticky lock.
I dont even take the time to close the door behind me before I race up the stairs and into her room.
Her bathroom door is locked. I knock again. "Isabelle?" I say softly. "It's me. Are you okay?!" My voice gets more frantic as I speak. She doesn't reply, but thankfully she left a few hair elastics and bobby pins on her desk. My old Boy Scout instincts kick in as I skilfully unlock the door in record time.
I turn the knob as fast as I can, but I'm in utter shock when I see Isabelle lying on the floor unconscious, surrounded by a pool of blood.
I pause for a moment, stunned as tears blur my eyes when I take in the scene. "ISABELLE!" I scream. I shake her shoulders and her normally bright blue eyes look so sunken and dim when the connect with mine.
"Harry..." She tries to form my name, but she's so weak that the word tumbles from her lips inaudibly.
I reach for my phone and dial 911. The operator responds on the first ring. "Police, Fire or Ambulance?"
"AMBULANCE!" I scream into the phone. I'm connected to a different line.
"What's the problem?"
"Isabelle, she... She's bleeding a lot, please just hurry.. 1227 Whitewater Crescent... Please..." I sob into the phone before hanging up.
I sit there and hold Isabelle's hand as my eyes repeatedly cross over the source of all of the blood.
All the the way up and down her arm is fresh cuts in every direction. She's losing so much blood. I whip off my tshirt and wrap it tightly around her arm, praying she'll be alright.
My throat closes up and sobs start to escape my lips more heavily than before. The pool of blood around her seems to increase more and more every second. I press a soft kiss to her forehead. "It'll be alright, baby," I half whisper, half sob into her ear. "I've got you."
Finally, the paramedics come rushing up the stairs. Took them long enough.
Im asked to step back as they assess the situation before lifting her onto a gurney and taking her away. I follow behind them, watching as they load her into the back of the ambulance and slam the doors before speeding away.
The tears in my eyes spill over as I watch the ambulance disappear around the corner. I'm not heavily religious, but I send a quick prayer her way. It helps calm me down.
Soon enough, my mother comes rushing out and wraps her frail arms around me. I'm grateful she doesn't ask what happened, although I'm sure she saw the scene from inside our house. By now, many of the neighbours are out and curious as to what happened.
My mother ushers me inside and makes me a cup of tea. I sit by the fire, my thoughts and my mind blank. Nothing seems to matter anymore. Nothing.
Now all I can do is wait until I can go see her. If I can see her.
Stop, I command myself. She'll be alright. She has to be.
I will my thoughts to be true as I cry myself to sleep infront of the fireplace.
I thought long and hard all day and night about my mother's words. I have changed. I really have. She's right. She's always right. I feel really bad for her leaving angry like that. I hate it when I disappoint people, but really that's all I've ever done my whole life. I'll have to call my mother in a few minutes to apologize and clear the air.
As im sitting alone after school eating cold leftover pizza, my thoughts consume me once again. How did this happen to me? I know my parents send me here to change. I get that, I needed space from everything back in Toronto. But I didn't realize how much my new self differs from my old.
Some things were for the better. I mean, after Addie's death, I almost followed in her footsteps. Losing a best friend is hard. Losing anyone is hard.
I don't think I've done homework here in a good week. Back home, I studied for at least an hour every night. Mind you, I didn't have any friends there, so books had to replace real people. But still.
The sun starts to set outside the bay window in the sitting area, and although it burns my eyes to stare, I can't help it. I love watching the sun set over the ocean. There's so many different colours; reds, yellows, blues, purples, and they all blur together as they melt into the dark water.
The phone starts to ring as im cleaning up my dishes. I walk over to answer, hoping it's my mother, but I don't recognize the number. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Ms. White?" A foreign female voice answers on the line.
"Yes, that's me," I reply. Who do I know that would call me 'Ms. White....?'
"Ms. White, I'm calling from LAX, my name is Amanda. I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news," she says, her voice sounding soft and concerned. Did my mother's flight get cancelled or something?
"Um, okay.." I say, awaiting her response.
"Your mother's plane has crashed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Our patrols have concluded that there are no survivors on the flight. I'm so sorry for your loss."
The phone slips out of my hand, cracking on the floor, and my whole world starts to crumble down. I decide to give in to the pain and let myself crumble with it.
-Harry's POV-
I text Isabelle good morning before I head downstairs to eat breakfast. I'm starving, and mum made bacon. I can smell it from all the way upstairs. I make my bed as I get up, not wanting to leave my room a mess, and I lazily head downstairs.
The smell of the cooking bacon fills my nose as I inhale the sweet, meaty scent. My stomach growls.
"Morning, Dear," mum calls to me from the kitchen.
"Morning," I grumble back. I'm not the happiest person when I'm hungry.
Once the bacon has finished sizzling in the pan, I quickly place a few pieces on my plate so I don't burn my fingers.
"Harry, you'll be late for school!" My mum yells. I guess I'll eat on the road.
Once I get to school, I realize Isabelle hasn't texted me back yet. Weird, I haven't seen her since the party. "Eleanor!" I yell when I see her messy brown hair. "Is Isabelle here yet?"
"Oh, hey Harry. No I haven't seen her since the party." she replies.
Oh.
I decide to call her phone, but she doesn't pick up. I leave a short message, hoping she'll call back. She always picks up her phone.
Maybe she's running late and her phone is dead. Or maybe her mum took it away. I guess I'll see her at lunch.
The first three periods go by in slow motion. I repetitively check my phone, awaiting Isabelle's response. I know I'm being clingy, but I can't help it. I have a bad feeling about this.
At break I go and stand by her locker, where she always comes to grab her books for fourth period, but she doesn't show. I guess she's not here today.
I manage to make it through fourth period, but after that I can't take it. Isabelle still hasn't called and I haven't seen her in two days.
Fuck it, I think to myself as I get in my car and jam my keys into the ignition. I start the car and speed out of the parking lot, my nerves building as I get onto the freeway. My thoughts keep getting worse and worse, and I can't help but wonder if she's okay.
After what feels like ages of driving, I pull into her driveway and run up to her door.
I knock 5 times, loudly, and wait. Why isn't she coming to open the door? I peek through the side window, but the house looks empty. Where is she?
That's when I hear the faintest muffled sob, so quiet it sounds more like a whimper. I'd know that cry anywhere. I look up to see the bathroom window slightly ajar.
My heart races as I quickly take action. I rummage through the flower box for her spare key, jamming it abruptly into the keyhole before unlocking the sticky lock.
I dont even take the time to close the door behind me before I race up the stairs and into her room.
Her bathroom door is locked. I knock again. "Isabelle?" I say softly. "It's me. Are you okay?!" My voice gets more frantic as I speak. She doesn't reply, but thankfully she left a few hair elastics and bobby pins on her desk. My old Boy Scout instincts kick in as I skilfully unlock the door in record time.
I turn the knob as fast as I can, but I'm in utter shock when I see Isabelle lying on the floor unconscious, surrounded by a pool of blood.
I pause for a moment, stunned as tears blur my eyes when I take in the scene. "ISABELLE!" I scream. I shake her shoulders and her normally bright blue eyes look so sunken and dim when the connect with mine.
"Harry..." She tries to form my name, but she's so weak that the word tumbles from her lips inaudibly.
I reach for my phone and dial 911. The operator responds on the first ring. "Police, Fire or Ambulance?"
"AMBULANCE!" I scream into the phone. I'm connected to a different line.
"What's the problem?"
"Isabelle, she... She's bleeding a lot, please just hurry.. 1227 Whitewater Crescent... Please..." I sob into the phone before hanging up.
I sit there and hold Isabelle's hand as my eyes repeatedly cross over the source of all of the blood.
All the the way up and down her arm is fresh cuts in every direction. She's losing so much blood. I whip off my tshirt and wrap it tightly around her arm, praying she'll be alright.
My throat closes up and sobs start to escape my lips more heavily than before. The pool of blood around her seems to increase more and more every second. I press a soft kiss to her forehead. "It'll be alright, baby," I half whisper, half sob into her ear. "I've got you."
Finally, the paramedics come rushing up the stairs. Took them long enough.
Im asked to step back as they assess the situation before lifting her onto a gurney and taking her away. I follow behind them, watching as they load her into the back of the ambulance and slam the doors before speeding away.
The tears in my eyes spill over as I watch the ambulance disappear around the corner. I'm not heavily religious, but I send a quick prayer her way. It helps calm me down.
Soon enough, my mother comes rushing out and wraps her frail arms around me. I'm grateful she doesn't ask what happened, although I'm sure she saw the scene from inside our house. By now, many of the neighbours are out and curious as to what happened.
My mother ushers me inside and makes me a cup of tea. I sit by the fire, my thoughts and my mind blank. Nothing seems to matter anymore. Nothing.
Now all I can do is wait until I can go see her. If I can see her.
Stop, I command myself. She'll be alright. She has to be.
I will my thoughts to be true as I cry myself to sleep infront of the fireplace.
Notes
I teared up just writing this chapter :( I hope you all enjoyed it though, as much as you can enjoy a depressing chapter. I know it's a little on the short side, but since it's pretty action-packed I didn't want to overload you all with feels more than I already have!
I just want you all to know that life can get really hard sometimes, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE never give up. There is always someone that loves you more than you ever could imagine, ALWAYS. And if you don't feel like there's anyone to talk to or anyone to give you support, you can ALWAYS message me confidentially. I'm always open to help and talk! I'm here for all of you <3
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Happy Easter!!! xx
Oh I miss this story so much!
2/22/16