YOU DESERVE THE WORLD: Completed

chapter 2: please be okay

                                                                                 𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

  

   You know that feeling in your gut where you could tell something is wrong, I have that feeling. I have been looking around to see if there was anything wrong but I noticed nothing going on. I let out a sigh of frustration as I look around. I head upstairs to the rooms. I check mine to see two kids making out. I make my way to Ivy's room and knocked on the door. I knock again but there was no answer. I open the door and make my way into her room.

  My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I notice no one was in the room. I don't remember her being downstairs meaning she had to be up here. I see a paper on her bed, but in the corner of my eye I notice something in her bathroom. I look towards that direction to see her laying in her tub, I was about to leave her room getting the image of walking in on her out of my mind but I then notice bloody water over flowing the bath tub.

I rushed to the side of the tub and pressed my fingers on her neck to find her pulse.

She still breathing.

I quickly pick her up bridge style and carry her down stairs. I run in to Atlas who looks at me with wide eyes.

Tears began streaming down my face as I carried her outside to the car. I open the car door and slide in the backseat with her still in my arms. Atlas opens the driver door and sits in the seat getting ready to start driving. I hand him the key and closed the back seat door. Atlas started to drive.

I rip two pieces of fabric from my shirt and started to tie it around her wrist to try to stop the bleeding.

We make it to the hospital and I rush in with Ivy's unconscious bod and started to scream for a nurse. Nurses and doctors rushed towards me and grabbed Ivy from me, gently laying her on a gurney. They push it down the hall and into surgery leaving me and Atlas behind in the waiting room.

I collapse in a chair bringing my hands to my face and letting out a sob. 

"Why." I cry out, asking too anyone who has the answers.

Atlas sits in the chair next to me and pats my back.

"She's gonna make it." He said. I look up at him and nod.

"Atlas can you do me a favor? " I ask him and he nods, " can you go back to the house and grab a note that was on her bed as well as kick everyone out of the house?" He stood up and took the keys out of his pocket, He tapped my shoulder before walking out of the hospital. 

I sit alone in the waiting room anxiously waiting for the time to go by and the surgery to end. . My anxiety grows as the time goes by. My knees bounces up and down as tears streamed down my cheek.

guilt fills inside me as I sit and wait. I cant help and think that this is my fault. I should have looked at the signs, I should have been better at being there for him. I knew she was depressed and mentally unwell for awhile. I tried to be there for her but we both have been busy. If she wasn't at work I would be out at practice and I tend to practice a lot since foot ball is my life. I should have made more time for her, I should have made more time for her. If only I wasn't so foot ball obsessed and selfish.

Sometimes when I see her I could tell she wasn't in the greatest mood. Most the time she was sad and quite, she would have bags under her eyes and had no energy for anything. I wanted to ask what was wrong but knowing how mom treats her I would always guess instead of ask.

"Yo." Atlas calls out walking towards me with the piece of paper and the keys in his hand. He hands me the paper and sits next to me putting his hands on his face and letting out a stressed sigh.