Save Me from Myself

Chapter 73

Esme's POV

You know that feeling you get in your gut when all you can feel is despair? Imagine that feeling, but 10000 times worse. I got the call at 4 am.

Cali was dead.

They found her on the floor of the police station. She had a gun in her hand and blood all over her. I bribed a nurse to drive Layla, Joey, and I over so we could say goodbye.

None of us knew what to do. We all knew that someday it would happen, but I hoped that it would be in a long time. Sadly, it happened today. And there was nothing we could do. She was gone.

When we got there, there was an ambulance already there and a few policemen.

Layla was the first to get out, and she was sobbing and screaming at everyone and everything.

"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE? WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME???? WHERE IS CALI?" She sobbed, trying to get through the police that were guarding the door.

Joey and I grabbed onto her and I looked at the man, "I-I'm sorry. We're her friends. Please let us say goodbye, we don't have much time." I begged, tears pouring out of my eyelids.

He looked at us sympathetically and offered me a tissue, "I'm sorry for your loss, kids. What are your names?"

"I'm Esme, this is Joey and Layla." I answered, grabbing the tissue.

His eyes widened, "Wait really? She wrote you all letters. Layla Jennings, Joey Martinez, and Esmeralda Knight. I'm assuming that's you."

I nodded my head, "Yeah that's us. We'll read them later. Can we please see her?"

He rubbed his temples, "Yes. But it's pretty bad. I don't know if you want to." He said, opening the door.

I ran in with Layla and Joey right behind me. We saw her, laying in the middle of the floor, covered in blood.

We all sat down next to her and we were completely silent.

Layla laid her head on Cali's stomach and hugged her while Joey and I held her hand. We were all sobbing so hard, I could hardly breathe.

Joey smiled a little and glanced at me, "You know, one time a bitch was making fun of Layla and pushing her into a wall, and I couldn't do anything because I knew I would've killed the girl. Then, Cali sprinted over and beat the living crap out of the girl. She was screaming 'HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL, YOU BITCH?' The girl was literally on the verge of passing out when Cali stopped hurting her. She bent down right next to her, picked her up, and put her back into her room. I remember exactly what she said. She said, "Stop hurting people. That won't EVER make you feel better. The only reason you do that is because you're lost, and I'm so sorry for you. I may be a fucking mess, but at least I don't take my pain out on others. I hope someday you get better, because it must be so sad being like you."

I smiled a little "How in god's name do you remember all of that?"

"I sure as hell don't." Layla mumbled.

We all looked down at Cali sadly. "You're so stupid Cali.." I whimpered, leaning against Joey.

He attempted to wipe his tears off of his face, "No she's not. She just couldn't handle it without Addison."

"Well what are we supposed to do without her?" Layla asked, looking at me with her huge brown eyes.

Joey sighed, "We... we just have to keep on living for her. She finally got what she wanted, and I have to say it, but she looks pretty peaceful."