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?”