When the day came I packed up my things and headed back to school. I still remember the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.
Owen and I had decided to be friends and nothing more. So that morning he came to wish me well. I told him about my bad feeling. “I’m sure everything will be fine,” he said. I thought maybe he might be right. I kissed him goodbye and headed for the airport.
It was the longest airplane ride of my life. At least I thought that at the time. I would soon stand corrected.
I finally reached school and went to my room. Someone’s things were on one of the beds, but they weren’t Will’s things, I was certain of that.
I went down to the office to ask who my roommate was and why Will wasn’t. The lady told me that Will’s mother had called in and said he wouldn’t be coming this year.
I thanked her and went back to my room. I dug through my suitcase and pulled out my phone book. I found Will’s number and dialed. A woman answered. “Is this Rebecca?” I asked.
“Yes, who is this?” she asked.
“It’s Jim,” I answered. “Is something wrong with Will?”
“I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but yes. He’s in the hospital now. He tried to kill himself.”
“Kill himself! Is he all right?” I asked frantically.
“Calm down. He’s all right.”
“Is there any way I can see him?”
“I’m not sure he wants to see you right now. You were part of the reason that he did it. But I can tell that you love him. Meet me at the airport.”
I immediately repacked and went to the airport. I bought a ticket for the next flight to Brussels. I had to sit and wait for two hours. I thought about finding something to eat while I waited since it had been so long, but my stomach was doing flip-flops.
I boarded the plane and found my seat. As always, it took a while for things to get moving. I was extremely impatient. I think everyone around me could sense it. But we finally landed after about an hour in the air.
I got off and looked around for Rebecca. I found her sitting on a bench. She stood up and hugged me. I could tell she had been crying. She followed me to luggage claim and took me out to the waiting limo. “I’m guessing you want to go straight to the hospital,” she said.
“Of course,” I replied as I got into the limo.
Thankfully it wasn’t a long drive to the hospital. I would’ve gone crazy if it had been. I was shaking a little as it was. I got out and followed her in. When we got to the right room she motioned for me to go in. “Aren’t you going in too?” I asked.