\\How To Save A Life.Part.One//

[Ok, do you want something to?]
He asked, turning to me. I kept silent but nodded.
[Can you bring an extra drink?]
He asked his Mother. She looked at him, confused.
[For who?]
She asked. The boy pointed at me. Unfortunately, Martha didn't understand.
[Who?]
She asked again. Soon, she began to laugh.
[Thanks for trying to cheer me up Kaleb, but if you really want me to, I will,]
She said. I saw Kaleb frown.
[I'm serious! She's right he-]
Before I knew it, I shoved Kaleb roughly. He turned to see me.
[What?]
I motioned him and he eventually got the message.
[I'm going upstairs to study.]
He said. I followed him and entered his clean and tidy room. In the corner, was a large pile of books.
[Sit down,]
He told me. I sat down on the bed and watched as he took a seat at his desk. He smirked.
[As you can see, my family doesn't act like a family,]
He explained, followed by a sigh.
[Is that why you plan to kill yourself?]
I asked directly. He gasped and stopped.
[H-How did you know?]
He managed to say. I smiled at him lightly.
[You can see me can't you?]
I asked. He nodded slowly
[You're just a normal person...right?]
He asked back. I laughed and shook my head.
[You don't understand do you? I'm dead, physically not here,]
I explained.
[But you pulled me collar! You spoke to me!]
He said.
[I can touch you, but you can't touch me,]
I replied.
[I don't know what to say. Why did you choose me?
He asked. I laughed.
[I didn't choose you. I just wanted you to be polite on the bus.]
I replied. We stayed in silence for a while.
[I-I'll leave you alone now. But before I go, I want you to know that suicide won't help a thing,]
I said. He looked upfrom his desk.
[How would you know? I could be happier,]
He began, without looking up. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his desk.
[I know becaquse I experienced it. And believe me, the only thing that'll come from it is more sadness,]
I said before leaving. I really hoped that he would have second thoughts about it.
I decided to walkt to the park and sat down on the swings. Vivid images of that day flowed into my head. Every word, every action, every detail was recorded.
It was dark and windy, it looked as if it was about to rain. I was pinned in an ally, a strange fighting withmy clothes, ignoring my yells and cried.
[Hold still little girl. I promise I'll make you feel good,]
I remembered him saying.
[Please! Stop!]
I cried. Those two words were used constantly used and repeated that night, but no matter how hard I tired, I was nothing more than a worthless little girl who can't even defend herself.
**((Continued in Part Three))