"Matt... I can't. We're friends. I couldn't do that to our relationship. I'm sorry." Matt just nodded. I hated to break his heart, but I didn't like him like that. I didn't think I did.
"Just leave." I wasn't expecting that, but I did. I walked out of his room. I felt so bad, but I couldn't do it. I decided to go for a ride. We needed groceries anyways. I texted Matt and told him I'd be back in an hour. I grabbed my coat and shoes and walked out to the car.
I walked out of the car and into the grocery store. I couldn't stop thinking about Matt. I just felt so bad. I grabbed a basket and walked around. I grabbed a carton of milk, some fruit, and some vegetables. I also grabbed some stuff for dinner. I was going to make something nice for Matt.
I walked up to the cashier and payed for my stuff. I walked out to my car and grabbed my phone. I was going to tell Matt I was on my way back, when I got a text message from him.
I'm sorry
What did he mean?
Matt, what's wrong? Why are you sorry?
No answer.
Matt?
Matt!!!
Answer my calls!
I'm on my way home
I put down my phone and hit the gas. What was Matt doing? I got home and busted down the door. "Matt!" He didn't answer. "Matt! Where are you?!" I ran upstairs. I checked his room. He wasn't there. I ran in the bathroom and fell to my knees.
On the sink, was a razor, blood everywhere. There was an empty bottle of pills on the floor. And in the bathtub... Was Matt, lying in bloody water, hardly breathing.
I grabbed him an pulled him out of the tub. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. I sat and cried onto Matt's shoulder for what felt like the longest time, until help arrived. They came, put him in a stretcher and into the ambulance. I, luckily, got to ride in with him. I held his hand the whole way. I hated seeing him like this, but I wanted to be there with him.
We got to the hospital, but the wouldn't let me in with him. I yelled at the nurse, but realized that wouldn't get my anywhere. I apologized and sat down in the waiting room and cried.
