Niall's POV
I sprinted towards our neighborhood. Realizing that ever second mattered I ran as fast as I could and faster. I made it to her block and towards her house. There were no cars in the driveway nor the open garage. I entered the desolate garage and opened the door to the house. A warm kitchen greeted me. The eerie silence that filled the room terrified me. I walked through the house searching for Dylan. I dashed up the stairs looking for any sign of her, that's when I heard struggling in the bathroom at the end of the hall. I rushed in to find Dylan sitting on the floor struggling to open a orange bottle.
"Dylan!" I shouted as I ran to her side.
"Leave me be Niall! I need to do this!" She sobbed as she tried to scoot away from me.
"Dylan stop!" I shouted as I tried to pry the bottle from her slim fingers. The lid snapped, shooting the pills across the room. She tried to collet the pills that scattered the floor.
"I just want to die so bad. Please let me do it!" She wept as I held her back, embracing her struggling body with my arms. She finally ceased her thrashing and relaxed against my chest, her breathing still at a irrational pace. I ran my hands down her back and rested my chin on her head.
"I'm sorry Niall." She whispered before quietly whimpering. I heard sirens drawing closer, Sal must have called the police. I held her tightly as she began to shake even more.
"Everything is going to be okay." I whispered as I tried to soothe her. An EMS worker ran in, his eyes got big when he saw the mess.
"Sir, we have to put her on the stretcher." He spoke gently.
"I'm not letting her go." I spoke sternly.
"Sir-."
"Can I just carry her down to the ambulance?" I sighed.
"Sure." He said gently before I slowly stood up, carefully holding Dylan's frail body in my arms. She continued to cry in my arms as I slowly walked to the ambulance.
"Everything is going to be okay, I promise."
