How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 152: It must be full moon or something

I cannot fucking believe this. My life is a freaking joke. I'm in the ambulance with Harry. He keeps saying he doesn't understand why he needs medical attention and keeps cursing at me for interfering.

I've never seen Harry so out of his mind and it gives me a good impression of how fucking annoying I always behave towards everyone else when I'm out of my mind.

No drugs for Sammy anymore.

"Yeah, he said he didn't take all of them, but he also doesn't remember anything." I explain to the paramedic after he asked me a few questions.

They checked his vitals and looks like Harry is alright for now.

He nods his head and turns to Harry. "You got them prescribed?" He asks.

Harry nods and rolls his eyes. "Yes! How many times do I have to answer your questions. I took three instead of one pill! What's the big deal?"

The paramedic nods again. He looks pretty young, maybe twenty and he looks fucking tired. "Why did you feel the need to take more?" He asks.

Harry glares at him. "I just felt anxious and thought it would help since that's what they're supposed to do. Can I leave now?"

The paramedic sighs and tells the driver to drive to the hospital.

"You wanna ride with him?" He asks me.

I grab Harry's hand and give it a squeeze. "I'll come to the hospital, alright? I need to take my mom's car and also call my parents to let them know where I am." I say to him.

He scoffs. "Yeah, do what you want."

I let out a sigh and climb out of the ambulance to go to my mom's car.

Once in the car I watch the ambulance leave and exhale frustratedly. I lay my arms over the steering wheel and lean forward.

What the hell is going on? Why would Harry do that? How bad did all this affect him really? Is it all my fault? If I hadn't called him that night he wouldn't have even been there. He wouldn't have had to see Noah, but then I wouldn't have been able to call for help.

Fuck. Why do I keep fucking up everyone's lives? Harry lost his damn mind because of me.

I don't wanna go to the hospital and wait there all night and call Harry's parents and deal with all that shit. I don't wanna do all this alone. I just want all this shit to stop happening.

It's like I started a destructive chaon reaction that can't be stopped. And that chain reaction has humour. Because it always seems to be going okay and then shit happens again.

I feel tears in my eyes and wipe them away on my jacket. Who can I call for help? Austin? Carla? Just Harry's parents?

I sigh and get out of the car and climb over the fence to the graveyard once more.

I look at the mess Harry left behind. All the flowers are ripped out and the candles are kicked over and a lantern is completely trampled.

"Fuck. I can't believe I'm doing that." I mutter as I lean down to start cleaning up. I put all the destroyed stuff on the ground next to the grave and dig in the plants again.

It still looks horrible, so I try to save it by lighting the candles that were standing around the gravestone again.

"I still fucking hate you!" I say angrily as I move the candle in place to make it stand in the right place. "I'm so glad you're fucking dead."

I wipe my hands on my jeans and look at the final result. Let's be honest, it looks horrible. But at least it's not as obvious that someone trampled on it anymore.