Thanks, But I'll Save Myself Novels & Stories

('ALRIGHT FINE, I'LL HELP YOU OUT'). I sighed 'Thanks a lot man, I owe you one'. ('YOU BET YOU DO').

" How can you be indebted forever to us? For what reason? Because we saved you from those men? Come on. That is not enough reason to be indebted to someone forever. That is not a wise statement to make.`` " That was too extreme. For me, I have nothing to expect socially from you. And it is the same with my friend, Mike. Just like you put it, we were human enough to save you from those men. Demanding anything at all from you would not be very humane. So, just let it be the way it is.`` " Thank you once again. You have no idea how grateful I am to you. " " If you are to say this a thousand times, I will still say welcome to that prayer of yours. " Mike said.

"You don't have to thank me." "I have to," I insisted. "You saved me back there." He glanced at me again. "I did what I had to do." I could see he had no intention to accept the gratitude I was giving to him. But I still had to do it. "You have done it, not just once or twice, but three freaking times. I believe it is just right for me to say thank you. If I don't do that, there is no way I will feel at peace. In fact, not saying thank you will make me a bad person, right?"

I fidget with the fabric between my fingers, trying to figure out a way to say what I know that I have to. “I just wanted to say: Thank you,” my voice quavers. “Y-You didn't have to save me, but... you did. I wasn't sure if I should be grateful before, but I-I realized today that I…” My voice trails off, frustration building at my inability to express myself clearly in his presence. I swallow hard, drawing my lower lip between my teeth, desperate to maintain composure. “I should've thanked you a long time ago, and I'm sorry,” I finish, lifting my eyes to his back, willing him to turn around.

I said without thinking. "Okay, I'll take this. Thanks."

Now it was time to move on. She stepped toward me as her arms dropped to her sides. “What?” I turned so I could face her directly. “There’s nothing left to say, so you can leave.” She threw up her arms. “And that’s it?” I forced myself to say the words that I wanted to keep bottled inside. “Thank you.” I was grateful she’d saved me, but I was resentful she didn’t do this sooner. I was resentful that she’d saved me when I should’ve saved myself.

Thank you for staying. More soon.

I ignored his presence and climbed up the tree to remove some dead branches and leaves. “Thanks for saving us, by the way. I know you did it because you didn't want me to die, but I still want to thank you.” “Will you thank me every time I save your ass? That is a bad habit and that makes you a pushover.” “And so is meddling, but you still do it anyway,”I refuted and he grunted in response. “And it's not being a pushover, it's how you show gratitude. You should try it sometimes.”

I asked, trailing behind her. “L-Lady please don’t think just-just because your friends with my f-family. That doesn’t mean you and I-I are f-friends I-I don’t know you, you don’t know me a-and let’s just keep it that way a-a matter affect I am p-perfectly fine to drive home by-by myself” she shouted, fishing around in her purse for her keys. “I know were not friends but just for the sake of your sister just let me drive you home.”

The mere thought of subjecting myself to such agony again was unbearable, especially when it meant my life would be dragged down once more. I slowly opened my eyes. "I don’t need your pity. If you think you’re indebted to me, no you don’t. You don’t need to pay me back with anything." With a heavy heart, I explained further, my voice trembling, “I would have saved anyone in that situation, regardless of who they were. Even if it was a wild dog, I would’ve taken care of it.” I couldn't bear the thought of being indebted to someone, especially not when my own self-worth was already so fragile.