I'll Be Your Strength

So this is my first story I've posted on wattpad so yeaaaaaaaaaah. I'm not really sure how this is going to work but fingers crossed it will c:

"She didn't make it." 

Chapter 1:

-NATHANS POV-

Cause you know we are made.I scanned the audience in awe. It never ceased to amaze me how many people came to see us perform. We started literally from nothing, and we're pretty damn close to the top. The lights dimmed, cueing us for our wardrobe change. We all run backstage, and I somehow ended up being the last one, pushing Jay so he'd hurry up.

"Nathan, go put this suit on right now. Hurry! You've got one minute mate,"said someone from our crew.

I grabbed the suit, flashed a smile, and winked. "On it." I ran towards the other boys changing into suits as well. Slipping my pants on, I looked around at the approximate hundred people all working to make us look good, and do well, but something was off. Everyone was looking at me with a worried look on their face, and if they weren't, I could tell it was taking all the effort they could muster.

Before I could fully button my shirt or ask what was wrong, it was time to get back on stage.

"Sorry mate, can only hold them off for so long" I had no time for a reply but a smile before I was overwhelmed with the thrill of being on stage once again.

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It seemed like 2 minutes before we had to leave the stage, for good. The concert was over, but the people had not seem to dwindled down just yet, nor did the screaming hah. I ran down the steps to the backstage area, filled with adrenaline.

"How was the show nath?"

"Absolutely incredible" I gushed. I was on top of the world, and wasn't planning on coming back down, but when I looked around, no one was feeling as energetic as I was, but everyone was pretty down.

"Wha--What's wrong?" I asked

"Nath..." Eric started, but for some reason couldn't finish.

"What...?"

"Bekie...she uh, she's in the hospital right now. She tried to kill herself and uh, the doctors are saying she suceeded."Brian finished.

"What do you mean she... you're joking right?" I managed to spill.

"No...we're not. So,so sorry nath, she's in a hospital 15 minutes away."

I tried to clear my ears out...the fans were still screaming, maybe I heard it wrong, she can't be dead.

"Nath..."

I pulled at my hair, trying to gather myself when it struck that they're not lying. "What hospital is she at?"

"Nath dont do anyth-"

"WHAT BLOODY HOSPITAL?!?" I demanded

"Newfound Hospital, a couple blocks down, then turn left. Look we can take you--" I didn't let Brian finish, but ran out the door, not even caring about security or the fans. It was late, 10 or 11 o'clock in Baltimore. The streets were realtively empty, but lights of skyscrapers lit up the sky. The narrow streets were accompanied by parked cars, and sidewalks with maps.A few blocks, then left. A few blocks, then left.

"Goddammit, where is this bloody hospital?!" I muttered under my breath. When I finally arrived, I ran through the doors and practically landed at the front desk. "I need to see uh Bekie, Bekie Warren, please."

"What was she admitted for?" the receptionist asks.

"She tried to commit"

"Do you know if she survived?"

"Goddammit!I don't know thats why I came!"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down."

"My best friend could be dead right now, and you're asking me to calm down?!?"

"I understand sir, but if she is alive, she cannot see you in this state."

I took several deep breathes, and after what seemed like forever, the receptionist, Emma, said, "Shes on floor 6, room 3-B"

"Thank you" and I ran towards the elevator. It opens and an old lady in a wheel chair come out, then a rush of people go in, as I try to walk in, someone stops me, "Sir, the elevator has reached the maximum amount of people, please get off and wait for the next one."

"Shit. I don't have time for this." I looked around for the staircase and when I spotted one I immediately bolted towards it.

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Room 1-A, 4-A, 10-A, 2-B...and finally 3-B. I bursted in, and found her laying there,on the hospital bed, with tubes all over her. My sweet, beautiful Bekie. Her family was surrounding her, tears streaming down their faces. I couldn't bring myself to move any closer to her, in case I would do something, and she wouldn't be coming back, for good. The moment was too fragile, for anyone to even speak.

"Is she..." I whispered.

"Dead?" Her brother filled in for me.

"Yeah..."

"She didn't make it."