Everything Has Changed

It's All My Fault

Harry's P.O.V:

"It has to be a secret. Don't tell Rachel. Promise?" I said to Kristen who was really happy. She nodded her head rapidly. I put my hands on her waist and lightly kissed her pink lips. I broke the kiss and walked to the door. I walked inside the room before her.

"Rachel!" I yelled as I ran over to her twitching body. On. The. Floor. "Call in a doctor! Qucikly!" I demanded. We needed help desperately. What if it wasn't the right medicine and she's dying? should have just stopped her dad. I would've killed him and I will if he ever hurts her again. I can't take it anymore. She's been going through complete hell her entire life.

A tear slipped down my cheek onto her forearm. I saw the cuts and cried a lot more. I'm the worst best friend anyone could ask for. It was all my fault. I couldn't stop thinking it.

It's all your fault Harry. If she dies, you're the one to blame. You weren't there for her. You never were. You shouldn't even think about calling yourself a friend. Is that really how a friend should treat another friend? Are you gonna just watch her suffer? Because that's exactly what you did. You deserve to die not her.

You deserve to die, not her.

"You deserve to die, not her." I whispered to myself. I wiped the tears from my eyes and traced my fingers over her cuts.

"Why Rachel? I know, it's all my fault. And I should be suffering, not you. I love you Rachel, and I don't have any right at all to call myself a friend." I told her, knowing she couldn't hear me. Kristen ran through the door with a doctor following closely behind.

"Oh, she's fine! It's just the medicine that's affecting her. Don't worry." the doctor said.

"Does she look okay to you?! She's suffering! Fix her!" I said angrily. How could he say she's fine?! He walked over to her and injected a liquid into her arm. She instantly stopped twitching and laid still, not moving at all.

"Okay. She's dead. You happy now?" the doctor said and chuckled. I love her and he expects me to be fine with the fact he KILLED her?!

"I didn't mean-. No she ju-. I don't want her dead!" I shouted.

"Whoa kid, calm down. She'll be fine. It'll just take a bit." he said and left the room. We waited for another hour to go to sleep. Everything just happened so fast. I couldn't think of anything, but Rachel. Why couldn't everyone just kill themselves so everything would be over? No, that would be crazy Harry! Why would I even ask that? I just can't think straight.

"I don't think I can sleep in some random person's room so, wanna share the couch?" Kristen offered. I nodded my head, not wanting to talk. She walked over to me and kissed my cheek. I loved her, but I just wasn't in the mood. I sat on the couch and she slept under my arm.

Kristen's P.O.V:

"I love you Harry." I said before going to sleep.

"I l-love you too K-Kristen." he said.

"I can tell you're lying. What's wrong?"

"Rachel. It's all my fault. The cuts. Her pain. What she has to go thorugh everyday. I just can't-"

"Don't ever blame yourself Harry. No one is to blame. It's all a mistake. It happens." I interrupted.

"But-"

"No Harry. No buts. It's no one's fault. Just go to sleep. And forget about it." I said a little bit annoyed. It isn't his fault. Why can't he understand?

I went to sleep and forgot about it.

...

"No, don't. No! Leave- no!" Harry exclaimed. I glanced at my phone that I left on the floor. 2:19.

"Harry. Wake up," I said while shaking him. "Harry!"

"I- what happened?" he asked.

"You woke me up. What's wrong?

"I wanna die. It's my fault! Kill me, now. Just get it over with." Harry said. I saw tears streaming down his face.

"No. Harry, it isn't. It isn't  anyone's fault okay?" I said. He nodded his head slowly. I gently stoked his perfect chocolate colored curls. "I love you. DOn't blame yourself."

"I just can't t-take it anymore. I don't want to live with the fact that I killed my best friend...and my future wife's sister." he said with a smirk.

"Are y-you asking m-me to marry you?" I asked completely shocked.

"Well, not if you don't want to get married now. We could always do it later. Not that do it later, I mean getting married."

"I know. Sure." I said. On the outside, I was fine and calm, but on the inside I felt butterflies, and I just wanted to throw up. Please not now. Please. Not now! Whew. Okay, luckily, I didn't puke. That would be horrible. Never mind that. I was just about to explode with happiness

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