𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽 （𝒜 𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓊）

Chapter nine: Make her breathe

A/N: This takes place immediately after the ending of  chapter eight, and if you read the previous chapter you are made aware what happens last chapter will follow into this one. Similar to last one this is a more detailed chapter, containing mentions of sexual assault, suicide, and mental illness. If any of this is triggering for you I do not recommend reading, because these triggers will be heavily mentioned throughout the chapter. Thank you so much for reading. Enjoy>3

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He couldn't stop the ringing in his head, as he speed over to Jackson's house with Genny in the passenger seat, trying her hardest not to be angry at Jackson who was still on the line, trying to wake Lucy. "Just ask already!" Genny asked after the question remained written on his face the whole way. "She tried to kill herself?" He asked, his voice breaking just speaking the words, had this going on for awhile, and she just masked it well, had he spend years calling her annoying, when she was just being nice, and she went home and hurt herself? This was his fault, he did this. "Only once I think she actually was trying. There's been about three times I know of."

Three times? Tim felt like he was going to be sick, because three times? "Three?" He asked barely able to form the words. "Tim it's not your fault." Genny began to say, and as she said that it accord to him that it absolutely was his fault. "When?" This is when it was obvious Genny didn't want to answer, that's when he knew it was in fact his fault. He wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel, yet all he cared about was getting to her, so he didn't say or do anything else as he pushed his foot on the pedal, going as fast as he could, and his sister didn't say a single word until the tears began sliding down his face. "Tim? It's not your fault, she's been struggling with this for years." She said, reaching out to pat his shoulder. "I made it worse. I could've just been nice to her when she was around, but instead I constantly tore her down for being her. She thinks I hate her, what if she dies and that was the last thing I said to her."

It was 8:39 when he arrived at Jackson's who was already on the phone with 911, as Lucy body laid unconscious onto the couch, yet he heard her shallow breaths. "I'm taking her to the hospital." Tim said, without a moment of hesitation, before he picked her up. She was so light in his arms, she was cold, freezing even, but yet she was breathing, her heart was beating. "She wouldn't want to go, they'll call her dad." Jackson protested with slurred speech, he was clearly drunk as well. "She'll die! I'm not letting her die." He said, raising his voice a little, he wanted to scream at Jackson for letting her do this, wanted to scream at him because he spent more attention to making out with his boyfriend then realizing his best friend was spiraling. How hadn't Jackson noticed that? Again he was sure he wasn't mad at the boy, but he couldn't seem to stop the anger he felt. "Fine.." he heard Jackson mutter, as Tim held Lucy against his chest, and carried her to the truck. "Want me to drive?" Genny asked, and Tim nodded before getting in the back to watch Lucy.

She remembered this feeling very well, the feeling of her body shaking, her lungs not seeming to get enough air no matter how hard they tried, the way everything faded to black, but yet she could still hear every sound.  It started with a dial of a phone, which turned a car in the driveway, and then soon she heard a voice, his voice. The thing Lucy always hated was how aware her mind still was, even when her body was unresponsive, she also knew what happened ever time. "You'll get better." Was what the doctors and everyone told her. "Give it time you'll get better." Everyone always told her it would get better, but she wondered if maybe she wouldn't get better. Tonight was one of the nights there was no way it would get better. "Do you want to die?" Genny had asked her in a broken voice last June after she'd found out about the attempts, and the truth was that as selfish as it was, she couldn't help but wish the pain would go away.  Did she want to die? Or did she just want it all to stop?  She wasn't dying though, because she felt her body regained consciousness, her eyes fluttered open, that's when she saw his arms around her body, he was trying so hard to hold on to her, to keep her alive. "There you are beautiful, there you are keep those eyes open babygirl." She heard him say softly, and she almost wanted to fight to stay conscious..