Beautiful Boy

sober

amara haven

I wiped my tears away and gathered my composure, answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi there, this is Julie Ford at the Bellevue Hospital in New York. Is Amara there?" A lady asked.

"Speaking," I replied.

"Oh good. Do you know Nicolas Sheff, by chance?" She queried.

I felt my heart sink, "Yes, I do. Why?"

"And how do you know Nic?"

"He's a friend. Why are you calling me?" I urged.

"Do you have contact with his parents?"

"Fuck," I muttered, "Yes, I do. Now, why are you calling me?"

"Sorry, sorry, you were the pinned contact on his phone," she replied, "Would you call his parents and let them know he's overdosed and is in the hospital for me?"

It was like my heart had given up.

"H-he overdosed?" I asked.

"Yes, we're doing everything we can at the moment," she said sadly.

"Okay, ehm- yeah, I'll call his parents," I muttered.

"Thank you so much, Amara," she said.

"Yeah, no problem. Bye."

"Bye-bye," she said.

And I hung up.

And stared at my phone screen.

I took a shaky breath as I pressed David's contact.

After five rings, he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, David," I muttered.

"Amara? Why're you calling at midnight, are you okay?" He asked.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I let myself break down.

"He overdosed, David, he's in Bellevue and they're doing what they can but-"

"Where are you, right now?"

"A few blocks away from my house," I replied.

"And you're safe?" I could hear rustling in the background as if he was getting up from bed.

"Y-yeah," I swallowed my tears and composed myself a bit.

"Okay, well, thanks for calling me. I'm gonna catch the next flight to NY, I guess," he said.

"Can I come with you?" I asked.

"You want to come to NY with me? Why?" He asked.

"Because I need to know he's okay," I responded.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. Stay where you are, I'll pick you up," he agreed.

"Thank you," I said, spotting a bench a few feet away from me, I sat down.

"Okay, I'll see you soon," he confirmed.

"Mhm," I agreed.

And he hung up.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting my tears fall again.

I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my head.

Seven years, we were best friends.

Two years, we ignored each other.

And this was how we would be seeing each other again?