Part 3

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  She wouldn't answer my phone, I was beginning to get worried. She had called me crying saying she couldn't do it anymore then hung up on me. I was on my way to her house as fast as my legs could carry me, I burst through her front door sending it slamming into the wall. I didn't care. I had to help her, I had to know she was alive. I started yelling her name through her house gaining to response in return, I bolted up the staircase into her room to find her room trashed. A bottle of pills that had been emptied was laying on her desk, I felt my heartbeat in my ears as I yelled her name loudly. Seeing her bathroom door shut I rushed over to it noticing it was locked, with all my might I kicked the door in breaking it halfway. I found my love lying on the ground unconscious. "No no no no, don't you dare die on me." I mumbled under my breath as I turned her shower on dragging her into the tub sitting her on my lap letting the water soak us both. I rocked back and forth before forcing her to throw up multiple times on the tub floor, letting sobs rack my body as I felt her go limp again in my grasp. I forced her to puke again but nothing came out. "Don't you die on me, don't you dare." I told her as I rocked back and forth listening to the sound of ambulance sirens pull up outside, I buried my face in the crook of her neck sobbing as they came upstairs to find us in the tub. I looked up with a red puffy face refusing to let them take her. But my arms went numb as they pulled my unconscious girlfriend from my arms, I sobbed harder as they hooked her up to things drying her chest off to get her heart beating again. I buried my face in my knees as I sobbed hard enough to make me sick, I knew full well that she was gone. I just prayed silently that god brought her back to me. That was over a year ago, the love of my life had died in my arms because she had been bullied to the point where she couldn't take it anymore. Now I am a graduate and I visit her grave every day to tell her how my day went and how much I miss her. I know she isn't here but her love is, I may not be able to see it but I can feel it and I know that it will always be there. Until I see her again when my time comes, I will always love her. Always.  

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