I Will Always Love You

Chapter 11 Hurt

I jumped up and grabbed my things, I was determined to find out why my best friend wasn't talking. She was still on the phone and I couldn't bare to hear anymore, Brandon was on the phone with the police, while we got into the car and drove over to Kayla's place. I tried to think positive but no good thoughts could come to me, her scream played over and over and over in my head. I wanted it to stop. She screamed again but it seemed to be from a distance, then I heard a couple pops, I believed this was the end of her, tears flowing harder, I swear you could of filled 10 glasses the way my tears was flowing.

We finally got to her apartment and the police pulled up right behind us, I felt kind of better, but what I really wasn't ready for was, what was behind her door. Me and Brandon stood outside, he held on to me as the police entered. I wanted them to go in there and find her on the couch watching tv and her silly ass butt dialed me while the person who was screaming was the person on the tv.

I'm still crying like a baby, Brandon is trying to calm me down, but there is no calming me down. The ambulance pulled up and that made me even more scared, I attempted to run into the building but Brandon gripped me and held on me to.

"Noo Brandon! I have to go in." Choking on my own words, I couldn't bare this, I wanted to hold my best friend. I dropped down to my knees. "Baby girl everything is going to be ok." He tried to reassure me but deep down I knew something terrible when wrong.

The wheeled her out on the stretcher, blood everywhere. I was extremely weak. Brandon picked me up and brought me back to the car. I got in the back and just curled up on the seat as he followed behind the ambulance.

We got there and the police started to question me since Brandon didn't know much about him.

"Ma'am do you know where she met him?"

"Yeah.." I wasn't thinking straight at all, my mind was all over and I wanted to think this was a bad dream. "She met him at her internship, I don't know the place, but his name is Dionte....um never really caught his last name, but they had a confrontation today when she saw him with another girl."

"Thank you ma'am, we have him in custody, he isn't who he say he is, his name is Jeron McClear, he was wanted for 5 charges of sexual assault and 3 attempted murder back in 2010 and we were lucky enough to find him couple blacks away from where the incident happened. I wish you friend the best of luck and hope she heals."

I had no appetite after hearing this. How could this be?

"Brandon! I blame myself for letting her go over to them." I tried to suck up my tears but it seemed at those I was hurting more than Kayla was.

He left my head up and kissed my forehead. "Baby girl don't blame yourself ok? Kayla is strong and she is a great person, and a very lucky person to have you as a friend, someone who will care about her and stick by her side."

I felt kind of better but all I wanted to do was see her. I wanted to hug her but she was in acoma.

We stuck around there for a little bit longer watching her, I couldn't take it anymore, and we decided to leave, I wanted a nice bath.

2 hours later

I was laying down in the tub, stressed out thinking. I wanted nothing more than peace of mind and I couldn't seem to get that, Brandon was in the room watching tv, giving me my space. What really was my purpose in life? What am I here for? I slowly started to go under and thought it was best if I go. I wasn't scared of death because we all will die one day, and I thought this would stop the pain.

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Brandon

Za has been in the bathroom for too long, I wanted to give her, her space, but I also wanted to hold my baby girl and let her know I'm still here for her, even when things seem as though everything is going wrong for her.

I got up out of the bed and began to walk to the master bathroom. I entered and saw nothing but spilled pills on the floor and a bottle of water, I stepped in further and saw that she wasn't in the tub, I quickly rushed over and saw her burred under water.

"ZA'NIYAH!" I screamed and quickly pulled her up.

She was gasping for air while I rushed over and grabbed two towel. Tears filled my eyes when I realized what she was trying to do.

"No baby, noo! You can't do this to me!" I held her to tight, like it was my last time holding her. "You've come to far baby girl, hold out a little longer, for me...for Kayla and for your mom."

I couldn't, and I wouldn't let her go. She was too important to me and I wanted a family with her.

I picked her up and brought her back to the room, and laid her down on the bed.

"Za speak to me!" Nothing but tears started to run down.

"Brandon I can't, I can't take it anymore!" I looked at her, the hope was gone, the faith wasn't there, but the hurt was remained.

"Za I love you, I'm here for you, and I always will be."

I got up and got some clothes for her to put on, after doing that I walked back into the bathroom. Lied pain killers on the floor, I picked it up and read the label. Advil.. It wasn't that serious but how much did she take? In the tub it was something shiny, I reached in and saw that 2 pills were missing, but what were they?

I rushed back into the room and called out her name no response.

"Za!" Still nothing. "How much pills did you take?" At this point I was standing over her, not one word came from her mouth, I bent over to check if she was breathing, but nothing.

"Shit!" I grabbed her and raced out the house. I placed her in the back seat, after I got in, I quickly sped to the hospital, while calling her mom.

"Hello?"

"Hey Brandon, how are you?"

"I'm on my way to the hospital, Za tried to commit suicide, hurry!"

"Oh my god! I'm on my way."

I'm speeding but it seemed as though I was taking my time, things started to flash before my eyes, thoughts started to make me doubt that she was going to be ok, I wanted my baby back, I wanted her to be happy.

I finally got there and they took her on a stretcher.

Tears running down her moms face, I never liked to see someone cry, and this was heart breaking for me.

3 hours later we were still there, wires everywhere, after they had pumped everything out of her, she still had a breathing machine attached to her, and once again, one more night I'm spending in the hospital.