Will's POV
She usually kept quiet and just be away in her own thoughts. I won't say its bad cause at least she wasn't crying or she was way beyond broke, not feeling any emotion or numb. I tried my best to cheer her up but neither of it worked. It was more than two months with that tragedy and still she was mourning the loss. I won't say its bad but how much longer someone's to be hurting oneself. One-day or other you've to move on and enjoy what you have.
It was a working day when I asked her for dinner and fun tonight as for a change. I literally had to made her mind like small children. But she agreed and I was excited for tonight. As usual of my routine everything happened and soon the evening hit. I was heading towards Riya's company and was thinking of her. She really don't deserve all this hate, she's not even hateful then why she was in all this state I don't know. Within few days I really got to know her more and taking care of her had became my favorite job. I was in my thoughts when I arrived at the company to pick her up. It was already past her working hours but she was doing overtime. It was empty inside. I was able to see bearly someone in the reception as everyone must be gone already. As I got in I heard someone's running and sobbing sounds coming done and it was non other than Riya. She was running like someone was following her and she's saving herself. As she was about to tripped over, I caught her through and found her to be painting and scared to death. "What happened why you running?" I asked trying to calm her. I really felt all my blood drained into my brain when I heard that she got molested by her boss. She was more than scared that time that she was shaking so bad. We made the complain to cops and they took him to there custody. After the legal interogation we left for home but she was still in state of busting out any time. She even scared of my touch that she jerked off when I tried to hug her. She imediately ran away when we pulled out at the apartment and she got in to vent all her pain that she bottled up all way.
I thought she needed time alone so let her be alone good and got into my apartment. I was startled on the sound of glass crash from the next door. Weird thoughts started welling up in my mind that she could've hurt herself so I ran to her to and found her to be sitting down dripping wet and cold with the wine bottle more than half empty in her hand. She must be drunk in vain so I got near her to make her feel sober. She was crying continuously and cursing herself. She must've lost her sense of thinking so I tried to coax her to calm down but she got worser. I thought she must've got triggered on few emotions so she behaved like this but suddenly she got up raged and handled a knife near her wrist. "I'll kill myself cause it's all my fault everytime. It's all my sorrow so I'll kill myself to get rid of all this shit. Everyone hates me so whats point in living like this. I can't take this anymore, it hurts so bad and I don't want to be all alone forever." she yelled sobbing and put knife near her wrist. "Stop Riya! What are you doing? This is not the end of the world. I know you're hurt but ending your precious life is a real stupid thing. Why you think you're alone? You got me. I'm here for you. Please put that down. Listen to me." I busied herself in my words and quickly grabbed that knife from her hands and threw away. In that process my right hand got a slight cut but the thing that she was safe was more important than this. I hugged her from behind and tried to calm her nerves. "Leave me! I don't wanna live. Leave me, let me go!" she still protested but soon gave in and sobbed badly. It was pitiful to see her this broken as she was always not so opened book and didn't easily gave in. But she was seriously in need of help and there was no one to back her up right now. It broke my heart either but she needed to let that out one day so why not now. We lied there for more than hours and soon I found her breathing was slowed like she slept because of extreme things today. I carried her into the bathroom and made her stand in the cold shower to wake her up. She needed to be in her senses and change her clothes or else she would be sick. She got little awake and changed herself. Of course I don't want her to hate me in the morning and she won't be able to take it all in one day. She really had enough and needed quite good rest. She wasn't in full sense so I carried her to her bed and put her on the side taking care that she won't choke herself. She was still in vain and wasn't done yet. But her body was worn out so she fell asleep. But she kept talking in sleep "Help me. Don't leave me alone. I'm broke. I'm scared. Please help me." she begged while grabbing my hand and sobbing into the cusion. "Its okay. I'm here for you. You'll be alright. Have faith." I said caressing her tears away. She felt good and got back to sleep again still knitting her eyebrows. Her state literally broke my heart into thousand pieces. It felt like thousands of needles peirced in my heart and it pained so bad. I really wanted to help but she don't even trust me so what was I supposed to do.
Soon while coaxing her to sleep whenever needed, morning hit and sunrays where piercing through the window. She had alot of bad dreams but never got up. Suddenly I found her temperature was very high so hurriedly I called my doctor friend and asked her to check. She was having extreme fever and was partially unconscious. Doctor Peyton was Hud's cousin and helped me several times and was reliable too. So check her "Was she having a mental breakdown recently?" she found out quickly what the matter was. "Yes last night she was going through alot and had a breakdown. Is there anything to worry Pey?" I asked worriedly. Not much, I've given her whatever she needs right now and let her rest as much as possible. Don't woke her up. It seems that she wasn't eating or sleeping well so got too weak to handle. Take care and call me if you needed. After she wakes, give her some fresh juice and high proteins and don't forget the meds, okay? And most importantly, don't let her be alone. You better be careful and if possible call for psychic doctor. She needs it and its not good for her to have a breakdown again, she won't be lucky enough next time. I guess you know what I mean, don't you?" with this she left. She was right if I wasn't to be saving her she would've killed herself and no one would've got to know it.
I was in my thoughts when Hud suddenly said "should I call her, she can help her as she did to you she won't say no." and I imagined the things getting back to me again.