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8.2. I promise (pt 2)

Pt. 2 because I'm scared of you guys
Big fat fucking Tw

1989's perspective;

Fuck. I read her messages, desperately replying in the hope that she might not be doing what I thought she was. I sat and considered my options for about a total of three seconds before I raced out to my car.

I had been staying with a friend of a friend for the past few weeks, and it was killing me not to see Mid. I was completely an asshole for leaving, but I had truly believed it was better for both of us. See, she and I had always had a slightly... toxic relationship.

We were stuck in a cycle of being perfect, arguing, breaking up, having sex and then getting back together and pretending it never happened. I knew that it was hurting her just as much as it was hurting me, so in my mind I believed that leaving was the only was to end it. If I tried to talk about it, it would just end in the cycle repeating again, so I left. In the middle of the night. Like a coward.

My vision was clouded with tears as I drove, not paying attention to how fast I was going, but definitely going over the speed limit by a lot. I reached the albums house and a part of me crumbled as I realised how badly I had messed up. I didn't have much time to dwell on it though, hands shaking as I unlocked the door. I heard multiple exclamations from people about my return, but I shook my head and pressed on upstairs.

I threw open Midnights door, praying that she was in bed; inevitably she wasn't, and my heart dropped as I noticed the bathroom door was closed. I felt as though I was on a roller coaster, one that went endlessly down and left a feeling behind I never wanted to feel again. It was one of pure, utter fear. I felt frozen inside, already holding off sobs as I wrenched the door open.

I barged into the door with my shoulder, putting all of my strength into prying it open. Fear does funny things to people- I never would have been able to forcefully open a locked door without the terror I was feeling laced through my veins.

I opened the door and let out a sob, dropping to the floor and clapping a hand over my mouth. Midnights was laying on the floor, two empty pill bottles discarded beside her along with a blade. Blood was still gushing from both of her arms, staining her clothes and dripping onto the floor.

I noticed Debut standing in the doorway, ever the nosy, with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth mirroring my own. Everything around me felt slow, blurry as I screamed at her to call an ambulance, and she fumbled around with her phone before dialling them. I heard them distinctly conversing, but I couldn't hear it as I turned back to midnights, shaking her shoulders.

"Mid, can you hear me? MIDDY WAKE UP," I yelled through tears, noticing her eyelids fluttering slightly. "Mid stay with me, don't leave, I can't lose you, please,"

Her eyes met mine, her normally stunning blue eyes bloodshot and unfocused. She smiled gently up at me and I sobbed harder.

"Bye bye Nine," she said calmly.

"No, no Mid, don't talk like that you're going to be okay, the ambulance is almost here," I rushed out my words, still feeling disconnected from what was happening. I only heard the overwhelming noise in my ears, making me breathe harder and clutch desperately at Midnights, both of our clothes stained with blood as I held her, trying desperately to keep her from slipping out of consciousness.

The paramedics came, asking me questions I didn't understand and taking Mid away on a stretcher. They asked me if I wanted to come in the ambulance and I nodded my head, shaking all over as I climbed into the back and held Midnights hand the whole way to the hospital. I heard them muttering about her state, and I zoned out, a steady river of tears still streaming down my face.