Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Chapter Twenty Six

Rose was slumped on the floor next to the broken pot.  Her hands were covering her mouth as she continued to sob.  She didn't know what possessed her, but something did.  Rose wasn't one to throw pots at counter, but lately Rose wasn't even the same person.  Her aunt's funeral was tomorrow and Rose was a mess.  Yesterday she didn't even get out of bed until Andrew came over.  He forced her to eat and clean herself up.

Rose thought it would be easier than this.  She had lost people in her life before, and she knew Aunt Bea was put out of her misery.  However, that wasn't registering in her mind now.  She was angry and depressed.  Just because she had lost family members before didn't mean it was easier for her.  No, she was a disaster.  She threw a pot at a counter purely because she thought about Aunt Bea.  The house was too much for her.  It was a constant reminder of everything she had lost in her life.

Wiping her nose with the back of her hand, Rose stood up from the ground.  She went to the pantry and pulled out the broom.  Rose swept up the mess she had created, and threw the broken pieces into the trash can.  She returned the broom to it's spot and closed the door.  She looked around the kitchen, and sadness fell over her once more.  

It was empty.  There was no sign of life, and it felt cold and lonely.  The kitchen, the house for that matter, was just like how Rose felt.  It was quiet, lonely and empty.  It was exactly what Rose felt.  She wasn't sure she could make it through.  This was the hardest thing for Rose, and she was starting to understand why.

Aunt Bea was the last relative she had.  Her family was now completely gone.  No one was left for Rose.  She had absolutely no family.  That was why it was so hard.  No one to love her and look after her.  She had Andrew, but that was different.  Andrew was there for her, but he wasn't family.  He couldn't give that fatherly advice or that motherly touch.  

Rose had lost every family member.  She was alone.  No one was there to help her along the way.  At the thought of that, Rose fell to the ground once again.  Tears flowed down her cheeks as she sobbed into her knees.  The pain, it was too strong.  How was she expected to go on like this?  Why was she alive and no one else was?  Rose didn't deserve to be alive.

Determined, Rose crawled over to the medicine cabinet.  She pulled herself up and opened the cabinet door.  She glazed over the bottles until she found the one she was looking for, pain relief.  She pulled it from its place and set it on the counter.  She moved over to the cabinet with the cups and opened it with shaky hands.

Rose pulled out a glass cup and let out a gasp when she dropped it on the floor.  Anger broiled in her blood.  She stomped on the pieces but let out a shriek when it stabbed her foot.  She lifted up her foot to see blood soaking through the sock.

She cried out in pain as she reached another glass.  Her hands were so shaky that she dropped another one.  Rose let out a curse and began shaking uncontrollably.  She fell to the ground for a third time and cried.  She cried and cried until she could hardly cry anymore.  She pulled herself up off the ground once again, and reached for a third glass.

Her hands were shaky, but she managed to make it to the sink without it dropped.  She turned on the tap, letting the water become cold.  She filled it halfway full and placed it next to the bottle of pills.  She attempted to open the lid but she had little strength left in her body.

Rose tried to open it for what felt like hours before she finally lost it.  She became so frustrated that she threw it at the wall, causing it to break open, the pills scattering all over the floor.  Rose got onto her hands and knees and slowly began crawling over to the pills.  She fought back the tears that were pooling in her eyes.

Her heart was screaming at her not to do this, but she ignored it.  Her mind said so, and so she was going to.  Rose placed seven pills in her hand and held them up to her mouth.  Her hands were shaking and her body ached from the pain.  Her foot was throbbing and still bleeding, and her hair was all over the place.

She lifted the pills closer to her mouth and starting crying.  Her sobs became louder and her throat was getting dry.  She trembled and was struggling to put the pills in her mouth.  She would open it, raise her hand to her mouth, and quickly close it again.  What was she thinking, she couldn't do this?  Suicide was certainly not the best option.  Or was it?  

You have to do this, her mind told her.  Everyone else is dead.  There is no point in you living.  Why suffer through this cruel world?  Why should you stay and experience more pain?  Haven't you had enough?  Just end it Aurora, there's no point anymore.  Fresh determination washed over Rose as she lifted her hand to her mouth once again.

She was merely an inch away from placing them in her mouth when she heard a scream, causing her to jump.  She looked up and saw Andrew running towards her, panic written all over his face.

Rose started to panic as she watched Andrew dive towards her.  She tightened the grip on the pills as she let out a scream.

"Rose, don't!" Andrew yelled at her.

"Leave me alone!" Rose screamed back at him.  She tried to crawl away from him but he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.  Rose began to cry as she struggled to break free.  Andrew only pulled her towards him, holding her tight against his chest.  He reached his hands out towards hers, and pried her fingers open.  

Rose tried to keep her grip, but Andrew was stronger.  He eventually got through, and when he did, he grabbed the pills and placed them on top of the counter.  Rose started screaming, punching Andrew anywhere that she could.  "Why would you do that?  Don't you understand?  That was my way out of all of this!  I'm done!" Rose screamed at him.  She continued to punch him until she felt too weak to even move.

Andrew pulled her against his chest and began rubbing her back.  Rose continued to cry as her voice softened.  "What's the point?  I'd rather die than feel this pain," Rose whispered.  She felt Andrew place a kiss on her forehead before she finally fell asleep.

Andrew's POV

Andrew pulled up in front of Rose's house and smiled.  It was a long day and he couldn't wait to be with her.  He went up to the door and didn't even bother to knock.  He wasn't sure what kind of state Rose would be in, but he didn't care.  He just wanted to see her.

When he walked inside, he looked around.  "Rose?" he called out.  There was no response.  "Rose?" he tried again.  He listening intently, and the only noise that could be heard was soft sobs.

Andrew followed the noise into the kitchen.  Tears filled his eyes as he saw what was before him.  Glass was shattered everywhere and pills were all over the floor.  Panic filled Andrew's chest as he looked around frantically.  He found Rose by the counter, close to the fridge.  She had her hand up to her mouth as she was sitting right by the spilled pills.

"Rose, stop!" Andrew yelled as he dove towards her.  Rose jumped and began to scream.  She struggled to get away from him but he was faster.  He pulled Rose towards him and ripped the pills from her hands.  

She began to scream and cry, punching him with little force.  She looked awful.  Her hair was going in a million directions and her eyes were red and puffy.  There was snot coming from her nose and blood covering her right foot.  Her eyes were dark and cloudy and she looked like she was in a lot of pain.   "Why would you do that? Don't you understand? That was my way out of all of this! I'm done!" Rose screamed at him.  Andrew felt a few tears roll down his cheeks.  He couldn't stand to see her like this.

Andrew said nothing as Rose continued to punch him.  Finally, she rested her hands on her lap.  She continued to sob quietly as she leaned her head on his chest.   "What's the point? I'd rather die than feel this pain," Rose whispered.  Andrew's heart shattered at her words.  More tears streamed down his face as he pulled her close.  He planted a kiss on her forehead and held her as close as he could.  

It hurt Andrew to see Rose like this.  He needed to get her help.  After the funeral tomorrow he needed to get things sorted out.  Until then, Rose couldn't be left alone.  It pained Andrew to think that Rose was so close to overdosing.  Had he not been there earlier, had he not told his boss he was leaving early, Rose might not have been there, alive, in his arms.  

Andrew let out a heavy sigh as he rested his head against the counter.  That was too close.  They just needed to make it one more day before he could get Rose the help she so desperately needed.