A thud formed, once it hit the floor. my head hit the floor. the cold stoned floor. Tears tears tears, blood blood blood. In the corner of my mouth, right there it was. Blur blur blur. and i. 

I.. was alright. Cause the last person i saw storming in was cody. '' I- guess.. that my father, sem and that voice in my head where right..'' blood was making its way out of my mouth and falling into a pile on the floor just like Cody did. Right right right. ''Maybe I am.. just the problem.''

My clothes where starting to cover itself in blood, her blood

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My clothes where starting to cover itself in blood, her blood. Brooklynns blood. she was on the floor, losing consciousness as a bottle, which was now empty, was laying only  a couple of feet away from her. I was going to lose her. She did the only thing I was afraid of, she would do. I wasn't on time. I didn't save her from doing it. but the biggest problem of them all was that I didn't notice. and she thought she was the problem. And all because of him. Sem, fucking fisher. He ruined her life, and now he ruined mine.

I crawled up to her. I fell down to my knees and held her down on my lap, her head in my hands as I started to cry. I started to let the tears fall. and I didn't want to let them fall, but right now. I didn't care. She could see me cry all she wanted. She took those pills; she took those goddamn pills.  the one thing she shouldn't have done, just when she was getting her freedom. 

I would help her build up her life, but right now I need to help her fight for her life. more than she was already doing all this time.

My voice started to break, as I screamed for help. ''P-.. PLEASE FUCKING CALL AN AMBULANCE.''  and right then, time stopped. and Atlas came running in. and so did Sems 'mates'. They did, but Sem didn't. and that showed how much he truly cared about her. not a single bit. 

Atlas went out of the room, apologizing over and over again, horrified by the sight of her, laying there hopelessly in my arms. and that made me realize that maybe, that time I walked away from her, back in highschool, she may have felt the same thing. She felt betrayed, knowing that someone so close to her had just left. and never returned. but Atlas called an ambulance, and did return. just not in the room, but in the hospital.

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