Just Can't Let Her Go (English Translation)

Chapter 2 : What have you done

It was about 10 and i was leaving the store belonging to the rest area in which we had stopped. I had planned to spend the week-end with Britt so i could seriously devote my full attention to my role during a month. I was about to sit in the back of the car when my phone vibrated.

Me : Hey, sweetheart, i'm home in 15 minutes. How are you ?

I had no answer the first time. I only heard a deep and accelerated breath.

« Britt ? Brittany ? »

She : Dy-Dylan ? She said with a heart-rending tone.

- Yes, what's going on ?

- I-I don't no what happenned. I mean, i-i don't understand why i did that.

She was actually crying ; it alarmed me.

- Did what ? What have you done ?

- I am sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't know what i was doing...

- Britt, calm down et tell me what you've done.

- I-I had that knife in my hand and-and i'm bleeding...

- What ?! Oh my god...

- I'm bleeding at the wrist. It's pretty deep, but i promise i didn't mean to...

- Ok, call the emergency. Put something on your wound and dial my phone again. I'm coming.

I'd hang up and i froze, staring, few seconds, at the pic of my girlfriend, on my phone's screen, as if it was hypnotising me. I blinked once, coming back to the reality et ran to the driver's seat.

« Truly sorry Jerry but this is an emergency ! » I exclaimed, closing the door after me and  starting the car, leaving my driver on the pavement.

I pressed on the accelerator pedal and it became a race against time. My hands were starting to be sweaty and shaking. I heavily sighed, trying to calm down. Ten minutes later, i was in front of our building, in the same time of the ambulance. I climbed the stairs in first. I couldn't let myself imagining worst-case scenarios but i had to face it because when i opened the door, i saw Brittany on the ground, semi-conscious. I ran up to her, and holded her hand, putting her on my knees.

« Britt : Hey, i'm right here, babe ! »

??? : Mister, you have to let us make our job. I know it's hard but trust us.

I obeyed, silently, because i knew he was right. I led my hands against each one, crossing my fingers. They felt as sorry for me than one of them gave me a sign to reassure me.

« Ok, we take her ! »

They took her on the ambulance and asked me to go with them. Then i sat on the seat and hold her hand while they were giving her some morphine. My leg was stirring of herself, surely because of anxiety. Once arrived, they treated her ; what took a little less of an hour. After that, i couldn't see her yet because she was sedated. The doctor who was in charge of her wanted to see me. He was quickly walking with an arrogant look.

He : Hum, so, your friend.

Me : Girlfriend.

- Yeah, did she have some thoughts about killing herself ?

- What ? No !

- Nevertheless she cut herself.., he insisted with a know-it-all air.

- Yes, but, no, she didn't know what she was, well, no, she's never done it before.

- Did your relationship was fine ? Were you fine ?

- Why « were » ? We get along so well ! What, are you wondering if i did something for making it happen ?! You're crazy ! I answered, getting mad.

??? : Excuse my colleague, come with me, please. I think i know the subject better, a woman said, holding a file in her hands.

We get away from him and she suggested me to sit but i refused politely. I wouldn't stand in place sitting in a chair.

« So, i had an hypothesis on Brittany's case, which has been confirmed with analyses. »

- Which means ? I asked, curious.

- Is there a member of her family dead by killing himself ?