By the time I caught sight of his text. I didn't even realize that I'm already running. Didn't even care if he is 2 kilometres away. I didn't stop even if it feels like my legs were set on fire at the sudden excruciating movement. I cursed myself why, I didn't listen to mom when she told me that exercise will do me some good than laying in my bed all day. However, that didn't stop me. Even if my lungs beg me to stop, I wouldn't.

Upon running for a long time. Bruises all over my knees and arms, because there's so many people at the streets at that time. But I still didn't stop. Even if I am met with the curses, I won't even dare to look back. Hurriedly knocking at the door of their household. Getting impatient I also started calling for someone to open the door.

Met with an irritated face of a woman. I didn't let her scold me.

"I'm sorry but I--I know Samuel."
and I run past her.

Climbing up the staircase. No time to think which one is his room. I just open all the doors I could. Upon coming the 4th room, the door's locked.

"Sam! Sam! Open the door! It's me." The faint sobs I hear inside momentarily stopped.

"Damnit Samuel! Don't make me break down this door!" Slapping the door, desperation in my voice. I am met with silence. I take that as a go sign. Backing up, to gain some extra force, then I start slamming myself against the door.

'goddamnit the quality of this door is really good.'

After a few bumps and new bruises. I finally got the door off its hinges.
Resulting to me all sprawled up within the room of the person I considered a friend.

I came upon the sight
of Sam slouched down.
A quick and steady flow of blood coming from his wrist. Seeing that he haven't cut the other one I sighed in relief;

'Thank God.'

I crawled to where he is. Because the adrenaline seems to wear off. My legs are burning, my bruises hurt. I think I also broken a rib or two when I rammed my body in that mahogany door.

"Sam." I whisper.

He look so shocked to see me.

"You came.." He said as if he couldn't believe it.

"Whatever you're thinking right now. Stop it. You ARE my friend. I will always come whenever you needed some help. But fuck Sam! This.. This is your life! " I said as I grab a pillow ripping off its covers. Applying some pressure to his wounds.

"Do you know.. How scared I was when I received your text? I wouldn't know what to do, if I somehow got here late." I said, hiccuping slightly. Tears pooling in my eyes.

Sam look more shock right now. I am known as one with the resting bitch. The one always enshrouded with the aura of "Don't-fuck-with-me-I'll-bite-your-head-off".

"Damnit, Samuel. Do you really think you are that worthless? for you to do.. This? Sam, many people relies on you. Our friends needed you. I NEEDED you. You always help us. But you don't realize you can also ask for help from us. We're here. Sam... We got you." I continued.

A short span of silence pass before a look of realization hit him.

"I--" He sobs.

"I'm sorry. I-.. I didn't wanna die. I really don't. I don't know why, I did this. It's just that-- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. it's-- oh my god. My mom, what would my mom do? dad and also my little brother.. oh god.." As he clungs to me using his good arm. Letting me aid his injured one.

A gasp interrupted his sobs and continuous muttering of apologies. Both of us knowing, who did it come from; Probably the woman who gets out from her stupor of a random girl boldly breaking into her house. Now when I think about it, it's probably his mom.

'This is gonna be a long day.' I thought to myself.

But I know everything will be okay. He regret it, he'll be alright. Me and the others will make sure of that.

© Bashful