This story is inspired by I want to save you from Something Corporate

The bell rings. I open the door and see her standing before me. She’s crying, again. I don’t have to ask what’s wrong, because I already know. She and her boyfriend have had a fight again. Seeing her black eye, it had been a big fight. I start to hope they have broken up and that he just got a bit angry.

‘Come in,’ I say.

She enters my house and we go upstairs. My alarm clock says it’s 3 a.m. Fortunately my parents are away this weekend and I have to whole house to myself. My bed is made, I was still playing games on my computer when she came by.

She sits on my bed and looks round my room. There’s nothing new or great about it, but every time she’s here, she starts with a sentence like “Oh, what a nice poster that is!” or something like that, so that I have to ask her what happened before she trails of.

‘No, I did not hang up any more posters of cars or cool movies or videogames,’ I say, before she can comment on anything. ‘Tell me what’s going on.’

Her eyes are filled with tears. ‘We had a slight argument,’ she says. ‘He wanted to sleep with me but I didn’t but he said I had to but I refused and then it went wrong.’ Without taking a single breath, she tells me of the things that had happened. To make things short; her boyfriend has raped her, although she didn’t say no. She is too weak to say no. I am very angry, but can’t tell her how much this hurts me. I am her best and only friend, I am the one that supports her, whatever happens.

The only thing I want to do is save her. Save her from her cruel boyfriend, her worthless life. I want to run away with her to somewhere no one knows us. There we can life our lives the way we want to.

I sit next to her and give her a hug. ‘You are beautiful,’ I whisper.

She wants to be a model, but she thinks she’s not beautiful enough. That’s why I have to repeat the words every day, for the sake of her self-confidence.

I smile when I look at her. If there’s anything else I want to say besides that she’s beautiful, it’s “I love you.” But I can’t, because of her boyfriend.

‘Can I sleep her tonight?’ she asks with a soft voice.

‘Of course,’ I answer, nodding. ‘I shall get you a matrass.’

She holds my arm when I want to stand up. ‘No, I want to sleep in your bed. With you.’

My heart stops working for a second. I don’t know how to react. ‘Are you sure?’

She nods. She’s sure. She wants to sleep in my bed. She wants to sleep there with me.

I have to tell her before it’s too late. We crawl into bed and I put my arm around her. ‘I love you,’ I say, but she has already fallen asleep.

The next day, I wake up with nobody next to me. My window’s open and I can hear sirens. I run to the window to find out what’s going on, why there are sirens so close to my home.

Then I see it. A few feet beneath me, she lays in the gardens. Dead.

After all, I could not save her.