Raison D'etre, a Romance fanfic

Author's Note:

Skye's thoughts - in Bold

Allan's thoughts - in Normal

This happens a few years after Halfbaked. So I guess Halfbaked is a prequel. Hahaha! Enjoy.

I burst through the entrance, breathing hard. The door was somehow left open.

I could feel the cool air escaping from inside. I hoped that I didn't arrive on the scene too late.

I was warned.

I was warned but I didn't listen. Because I was stupid.

Stupid to think that she would be happy without me. That I would be happy without her.

She was dying because of me.

"Why are you dying, Angela?"

The thought echoed through as I stood there like an idiot over her dead body (seriously). Blood was pooling all over her carpet, its crimson red color was getting absorbed through my pants.

I stepped closer to her; her last breath was cold against my face.

She probably couldn't hear or see me anymore as I grabbed her limp body off the floor. My chest was as heavy as lead; my heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to get a heart attack.

A silhouette appeared behind me, breathing just as fast and hard. I turned around to see a black haired teenager with blue eyes, looking down on me.

"Who are you?" He asked me.

"Allan." I replied, returning my focus to Angela's unconscious body. My legs trembled from the shock but I tried to walk towards the door nonetheless.

"Where are you taking her?!" He yelled at me; somehow I figured that this guy was probably Angela's boyfriend.

"To the hospital, you idiot." I bluntly replied. I didn't have time to explain everything over tea and cakes. There was someone dying and I couldn't just leave that alone. But maybe I should have quit the heroic act and handed her over to that other guy. He seemed way more concerned than I could ever be for this girl and yet, I could understand what it must feel.

It would've driven me crazy as well, if Leslie was here in my arms, lifeless.

"Just who is this guy?" I thought to myself as I watched him carry my Angela in his arms. Her blood was dripping down on the carpet, like those in horror films.

"Give her to me." I ordered him even though my voice was shaking. I felt my sweat pouring down on my forehead; the situation seemed to have been in control. Maybe, I thought, there's nothing to worry about.

Allan nodded and carefully placed Angela over my arms, grabbing her head gently so she could breathe better. I watched him take out a handkerchief out of his pocket and firmly wrapped it around her bleeding wrist.

"This'll stop it for a while." He said to me as I quickly turned and rushed downstairs where I could hear the sounds of the ambulance.

I saw the paramedics climb up the stairs just as soon as the black-haired guy went down the steps with Angela in his grasp.

Some of you may wonder what the hell I was doing there. Or why I was even there. The truth is...something called me here.

An outcry of sorts. It hit me like Tricia's French bread. Before I knew it, my cell phone was ringing endlessly from an unknown caller. I picked it up, hoping it was Les. Although, I refused to keep my hopes up.

"Hello?" I greeted, moving closer to the window for a better signal. There was heavy rain spattering against the cold glass. I looked outside for a while though all I could see were shades of gray dancing in a blurry movement.

"S-shhhh-Se-sshh..." White noise filled the other side. I could barely make out a word but I tried to listen anyway. It seemed serious or otherwise troubling.

"Who is this?" I asked in a stern voice. I didn't have time to respond to prank phone calls. Les was somewhere in this storm and I was getting worried that she hasn't called me yet.

"S-ssshhh..." It continued to make no sense. Cutting on and off like a broken television set.

"Speak up! I can't hear you!" I lost my patience. Thunder and lightning were beginning to grow louder and faster. My heart started pounding loudly beneath my chest. I felt something was wrong. I prayed to God nothing had happened to her. "Hello? Hey! Say something!"

"SKYE! SAVE ME--!!"

The sound was cut after that. The other person had disappeared. I stood there surprised on what just happened.

I thought to myself if it was really just a prank but it sounded so frighteningly real. It was certainly not Leslie on the other side but somehow I felt like I had to do something.

"Skye, save me.” The female voice cried.

Who was that girl? Who is Skye? Was she in trouble?

These were the thoughts that came to my mind after that event. I looked outside the window again; I could make out shapes of people running all over the streets to hide safely in their homes. And somewhere out there, there was a girl wishing to be safe as well.

With no second thoughts, I rushed towards my coat rack, grabbing my raincoat and quickly putting it on. I looked at my cell phone; the record was still there and I could very well use it to track down where that call was made. I closed the door to my apartment.

"I'm coming."

The medical team took Angela from my arms. They were still strewn with her blood. The paramedics asked me questions but I couldn't answer them.

I just stared at her. I felt her presence wasn't there anymore.

I felt that she was dead.

I knew she was dead.

And it was all my fault.

Suddenly, I remembered everything. How I met her, befriended her, loved her, kissed her, made love with her.

How I was with her.

Everything just crashed around me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I saw nothing but her. I was shaking as I fell on my knees in the wet pavement outside her house.

"DAMNIT ANGELA!! I LOVE YOU!!" I yelled. I cried while I yelled.

The people around me just stood in silence. I figured they knew they shouldn't be involved in this. I figured they knew why she tried to kill herself.

One of the doctors placed his hand on my shoulder and shook his head. I glared at him menacingly, silently telling him to take his goddamn hand off me and leaving me alone. He sighed and took his hand off.

Instead, he balled his hand into a fist and punched me straight in the face. I fell on the street, splashing puddles of rain everywhere. My cheek throbbed but my breathing felt easier. He continued to look at me with a serious face.

"Don't wake her up." He said. He kindly smiled at me and offered to lift me up from the ground.

I took his hand and looked at Angela again. My vision started to clear up. She looked peaceful despite the tube sticking down her throat, pumping air in her lungs.

"...Okay."

I was left in her room, observing the blood-stained surrounding. I didn't want to be involved.

Articles of that guy were everywhere. Pictures were on top of her vanity table; pictures of her and the other guy.

Her bed was something from a thriller; it was soaked with blood leading all the way to where I found her. This must be the scene of the crime, I thought to myself. I saw her cell phone on the floor; from the looks of it, it’s dead. I scavenged the place, looking for its charger to check if it really was the phone used to call me.

I unruffled the bed sheets and discovered the adaptor beneath the bed. I grabbed it and quickly plugged it in.

It gave a small beep and finally turned on. I quickly flipped through the phone records to search for the last call it made.

Skye. 8:00 pm

Skye. 8:03 pm

Skye. 8:07 pm

Skye. 8:11 pm

Skye. 8:14 pm

I checked the time the cell phone called me on my own phone.

Unknown. 10:43 pm

It was two hours too late from the last call and my number didn't seem to have been dialed at all with her phone. I didn't want to lose hope so I decided to miscall.

I listened carefully.

The number you dialed has not yet been created. Please try again.

So I did.

The number you dialed has not yet been created. Please try again.

The number you dialed has not yet been created. Please try again.
The number you dialed has not yet been created. Please try again.
The number you dialed has not yet been created. Please try again.
The number you dialed has not yet been created. Please try again.

I quietly lowered my hand, dropping my own cell phone on the ground. I stood there motionless wondering who the hell just called me that time.

I continued to look at Angela with concern. The doctors said that she was finally stable but somehow I felt that something was missing. Something important but I could quite grasp the thought. I sighed; the brat made me worry.

When she wakes up, I thought, I'm going to dump her all over again for fun.

I rested my head against the bed's railings, watching her monitor beep at her every breath. The bandages on her hand were somewhat still tinged pink. The handkerchief Allan wrapped around her hand to save her life, was still lifelessly sitting on the table. I should remember to return it to him, I thought to myself. Then I remembered; I don't even know where he lives or how he knew Angela. More so of how he knew that Angela was in trouble.

"Could he be Angela's new boyfriend? He kinda acts and sounds like me too."

I felt my ears grow hot. I knew I was no longer her boyfriend so what did I care if she found someone else. I should forget about her and let her go already.

But somehow, I doubt that's how I really felt. What I really wanted was to be with her again, stupid and childish as she may be. She was like my light in the darkness. I was happier with her; I wanted to live. And yet, somehow I threw it all away for such selfish thoughts. Maybe I was the real idiot.

The nurse came in and dropped some warm food and drinks for me. She gave such a friendly smile; she must think I was really worried about this damn brat.

I took the lukewarm chocolate and drank it dry. It felt good to have it slowly sink down my chest. I felt relieved that I didn't have to do things like that over Angela's coffin. I believe that I, too, would probably end up taking my own life.

"...S..skye."

A weak voice whispered from her bed. Her eyes were closed but I knew that she was awake underneath.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly. People who commit suicide should be punished. Especially those who kill themselves for stupid things like radio requests.

"I'm...s..sorry." She muttered, running out of breath each word.

"Shut up. Go to sleep. I won't forgive you if you die on me." I scowled. I crossed my arms and placed my legs over her bed. "And I'll make sure you sleep. I'll be here watching you all night if I have to."

A tear fell down her eye and landed on her ear. I could hear quiet whimpers as she turned her head to look away from me. I growled and shook the bed with one of my legs.

"Shut up and rest."

"...Thank you.."

I came down the stairs as soon as I heard the sirens fade away. The rain was gone but the damage it left was still visible. I clutched my cell phone in my raincoat pocket and bit my lip. I was still in shock on how this unknown caller managed to elude me. Perhaps, there was no caller, I thought.

Impossible. It's clearly on my cell phone.

I lifted up my cell phone to look at the number again.

I blinked. I scrolled down to look at it again.

It was gone.

Somehow it was erased from my phone's memory like a ghost.

Looking at the sky, I wondered if it was something outside this world that called me. Could there have been angels?

My phone rang and I quickly answered it before it got away like the other one.

"Hello?"

"Muffin...?"

"Ah..Leslie. Where are you?"

"I got trapped in the train station but I'm already taking the bus home now."

"Thank God, you're alright." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Wah! Did something happen?" She asked.

"Ah...no. Nothing dramatic. Hey, listen. Whenever you're sad or something, tell me okay? I always want to be there for you."

"Wah! Okay, I will. Um...why did you suddenly think of things like that?"

"Hmm? Ahh, nothing. I saw something in a movie that's all, haha."

"O-okay. I'll hang up now; I'm almost out of credits."

"Ah okay, sure."

"Okay, bye."

"Wait."

"Eh?"

"I love you."