Copyright @ 2012 By Shelbsters15.

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination, and any resemblance actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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~Chapter Fourteen.~

~Sophies P.O.V.~

I keep running and I enter a strange looking forest, that I've never seen before.

How long has this been here?

My thoughts become interrupted when I trip over a branch.

I sigh and look at my dirt covered shirt, and ripped skirt.

Great...I stand up and start sprinting.

I.Hate.Him.

Why does he have to do this to me? I know that he really doesn't like me, and is just using me!

What did I do to deserve having someone like him in my life?

I stop sprinting, lean against the tree that is nearest to me and try to slow down my heavy breathing.

I'm tired of running away from my problems. It seems like that's always what I'm doing, is running. All I have is problems. There's nothing good in my life.

I'm tired of my life. I'm nothing. Nothing.

I don't deserve to live.

Why am I even alive?

I feel tears prick at my eyes, and start to walk away from the tree, but I stop when I step on something hard.

I move my foot, and look down and see something shiny in the grass.

I furrow my eyebrows together. Shiny? What can be shiny here? I bend down and reach my hand out to touch it, but as soon as I touch it, I immediately pull my hand back.

"Ow!" I yell.

I look down at my thumb, and see that it's bleeding.

What in the world..?

I wipe the blood off my thumb with my shirt, and look more carefully at the ground and notice that it looks like a old  knife.

I push my glasses up, then pick up the knife off the ground, by the handle this time, and examine it.

'Sophie, you don't have to feel this hurt anymore...You don't have to live this way...that knife, right there, can take all this pain away. You don't have to deal with Zack. You don't have to deal with your parents... All you have to do is kill yourself and it will all go away.' The voice in my head said.

No...No, I can't do that. That's not the way I should deal with this.

'Why not? You were the one who was complaining about your life. Why not end it?'

Because, I still have Gabe... He doesn't hurt me.

'Gabe doesn't really care about you. He just says he does.'

No, he really does love me. And I have Monica.

'Monica don't even live here anymore. She doesn't even call you. She has to call Gabe to just say 'Hi.' . She has new friends now.'

Well, what about Matt? He never wanted to leave me.

'But, he did. Trust me, there is no one who cares for you.'

I whimper and poke the sharp edge of the knife into the palm of my hand, making blood start slowly pouring out.

'See, it doesn't hurt that much....Do it.'

I feel my heart racing, then close my eyes and raise the knife up, above my heart and...

~Zacks P.O.V.~ (Before Sophie runs away)

"I don't believe you. And even if that was true, I would never go out with you anyway." Sophie yells at me, and tears her hand out of mine and runs.

I stand there staring at her cute, little butt, as she runs away.

What did I do wrong?

"Dude, it's okay. You tried." Mike says soothingly, and comes up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

I take his hand off my shoulder and turn to face him." No. it's not okay. I need to get her to be my girlfriend before time runs out... You know that!"

Mike smirks. "Two more weeks till you owe me, and the guys, each a hundred dollars..." He says mockingly.

"Don't remind me." I mumble. "How am I going to get her to like me?" I ask him. "She hates me. "

He shrugs. "Don't ask me. I'm not the one who agreed to the bet."

I give him a blank stare. "You're the one who came up with the bet in the first place."

He smiles shyly at me and scratches the back of his neck. "I needed money."

I shake my head at him. "Whatever... Man, I'm going to go try and catch up to Sophie... Maybe if I can find her and apologize more, she'll give into me."

Mike laughs and pats my back. "Good luck, Z."

 "I don't need luck." I wink and flip my awesome hair. " I have my charm." I turn around and start running in the direction she ran in. "See you at practice!" I yell.

"Bye!" I hear him yell from behind me.

I continue running, until I get to some kind of forest.

Figures Sophie would be dumb enough to run in here.

I shake my head and walk in the forest.

I shiver. This place is giving me the creeps.

I jump when I hear. "Ow!"

Was that Sophie?

I turn and start running in the direction that I heard the scream, dodging trees and bushes.

Okay, this isn't working...

I'm about to give up, when I barely hear a quiet whimper to my left.

I quietly start walking towards the noise and walk around a tree.

I suck in a breath when I see Sophie, standing there a few feet away from me, with her eyes closed and a knife in her hand, about to stab herself.

To be continued...