I Still Care - A ChilledMexican FanFiction

Chapter Seven

Chilled's PoV

I had woken up. It was 9:00 A.M. I decided to head home for a while. Max seemed peaceful next to me. I got up and cleaned up. I didn't need him to think about this night again. He would probably be hungover in the morning anyways. I gathered up all my things and left. I did feel slightly bad about it, but I needed to get moved in. The people should be arriving with my stuff.

*Three hours later*

I had gotten everything into the house, but almost nothing was unpacked. Just then, I got a call from Adam

"Hey, Adam. What's up?" I asked, setting my phone down.

"It's Max. I was just talking to him. He seemed really upset and he won't answer my calls anymore. He won't answer anyone's," Adam said frantically.

"I'll call him. If I have to, I can go over there. Thanks for the information," I said calmly. I hung up and ran my hands through my hair. I hadn't even thought about that. I thought Max would be fine. I called him time after time. I texted him. He never answered. Instead, he blocked me on Skype. This time, I was called by a group. The same people I had talked to last night.

"Chilled, did he answer you?" Aaron asked, panic evident in his voice. I shook my head, too scared to answer. I didn't want to cry. Not in front of my friends. I was strong.

"He blocked me," I paused. "I think I'm going to head over there." They all nodded. I got in my car and started the drive. I kept the call on and we talked along the way. Most of the time it was silent. Everyone was shaken up. No one was normal after the first incident with Max. It was different now that we knew what was happening. "I'm here. I've got to go. Bye guys. Talk later," I said, hanging up before any of them could respond. I ran over to Max's door and knocked on it. I didn't hear anything. His car was in the drive, though. I grabbed the door knob, but it was locked. I searched under the matt, but the key was gone.

"Max," I yelled, pounding on the door. I still got no response. I searched through my car, looking for something to unlock the door with. Then I found a bobby pin. Probably something Jess had left in my car before the breakup. I grabbed two of them and went to the door. I twisted them around until the door clicked. I turned the knob and pushed. The door wouldn't move forwards though. I reached my hand through the mail slot. I felt a piece of wood. I pushed it and heard a crash. I pushed on the door and slid it open. I closed it behind me. On the floor lay a chair. I guess that had been blocking it. I ran to the bedroom. Before I opened the door, I heard voices. I pushed the door open. Max lay on the bed. A phone sat in one hand and a piece of metal in the other. It gleamed in the light from the window. Bottles were scattered around the room. Anti-depressants, headache relievers, pain relievers, and others. I ran forwards and hit the gun out of his hand.

"Max," I shrieked. He didn't pay me any attention. I heard the voice of a female. His phone screen was lit up. I grabbed his phone. It was on Skype. The only person he hadn't blocked was on a call with him. A video chat.

"Hi, Anthony. Did Max finish himself off yet? I want to see," she said; a small present on her face.

"Renee, what the fuck? Are you trying to kill Max?" I questioned, crouching down next to Max. He breathed and his eyes were open. He just stared up at the ceiling.

"Yes. I want him to die. He's suicidal. I'm just helping him end his pathetic life," Renee said. I ended the call in disgust. I couldn't talk to someone like her. I blocked her Skype as well and hugged Max.

"Max, talk to me," I said. He didn't respond. I put my head on his chest. His heart was slow. "Max. Please, I need you. Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me," I said. Max still remained quiet. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. Minutes later I set my phone down and waited for the ambulance. I wrapped my hand around his and kissed his cheek. I stayed silent, just staring at Max. He had to be okay.

The ambulance got there sometime later. Max was taken into an ambulance and I rode along. When we got to the hospital, I waited in the waiting room while Max was taken to a room. They were most likely going to pump his stomach. I sent messages to everyone telling them what happened. I waited for what seemed like forever. Finally, I was told I could come in. Max was passed out on the bed. A tube was shoved down his throat. He was hooked up to a few machines. One being the Cardiac Monitor and the other being respirator. (You can look them up to know what they are) I sat in the chair closest to him. I grabbed his hand in mine.

"Why, Max? I keep having to save you. I do love you. I'm just not ready to do something like this. I'm not sure I'm ready for anything after my break up with Jess," I said, slowly. I knew Max couldn't hear me, but a smile spread across his face. It was hard to see and maybe I was imaging it, but I was sure of it. "I love you, Max. Once you get out of this, I'll tell you. I think I can help you through this. You will survive for a long time. And it'll be from natural occurrences."