Lost and Insecure

seven

Chapter 7 - Drew's POV

As soon as I hear the bathroom door slam, my whole attitude, my whole mood, changes immensely. I start to panic, tears smarting in my eyes as I run up the stairs and pound on the bathroom door.

What have I done.

I repeatedly slam my body into the door, willing her to let me in and be okay. "DELILAH!" I choke, the tears falling from my eyelashes and running down my cheeks. "LET ME IN, PLEASE!!" I scream. I hear the opening of a bottle and panic. Please, God no. I fumble around the top of the doorway for the key to the bathroom and shove it in the keyhole, my hands shaking. It finally unlocks and I bust in, finding Delilah sinking to the floor, the now empty bottle rolling from her palm, her sleeves up just rolled up enough where I can see the scars on her wrists. I caused this, why did I do this???

"Delilah, please answer me!!" I cry, sobs racking my whole body. Her life is slipping away, breathing getting shallower. Time seems to move in slow-motion as I scream in anger when her body goes entirely limp.

I reach in my back pocket, my hands shaking dangerously where I can barely hold it steady to call 911. "HELP ME!!" I sob into the phone. "She's dying," I choke. "She just swallowed a bottle of pills and this is all my fault!" I feel so empty inside.

"Sir, please calm down. I need to know where you are." The person's calm voice annoys me because they don't understand the pain I'm in. I suddenly can't speak and just cry. "We need to know where you are or we won't be able to help her. Please take a few deep breaths and tell me where you are." I do as she says and her voice is soon just background noise over my crying and the distant wail of the ambulance.

Soon the ambulance is here and I can't do anything but cry. Why did I let this happen? I should have told her. She deserved to know the truth, the real reason why I "went on vacation." She just had so much going on... Why did I do this to her? I should have kept calm, not let my anger get the best of me. None of the stuff I said was true.

I can hear Jade mewing and crying through it all as she comes in, rubbing her body against the still, lifeless one of Delilah. Her pathetic meowing makes me want to scream. Her kitten comes and tries to cuddle with her, and meows louder when she doesn't respond. It seems as if she gives up and starts wailing as she paces back and forth by Delilah's body, finally stopping and laying on her feet. The sight is literally heartbreaking. Almost like Jade knows that all hope is lost.

Everything is all blurry, my eyesight and my mind, my body feels numb. The people put her on a stretcher and quickly carry her down the stairs. One of the people tries to calm me down and asks if I want to go to the hospital, and I just feebly nod. He must've known that I'm in no shape to walk or go down stairs or do anything but cry, so he carries me like a child to the ambulance.

Soon all I hear is the wail of the sirens as we speed off to the hospital and the constant ring in my ears, making my head throb. I look around and see the paramedics dashing around trying to revive Delilah. I don't know if she's gone, or how far gone she is, but I can see panic and worry in their faces and it just makes me cry harder. My beautiful Delilah, my best friend, sister. This is all my fault. If she dies, there is no way to stop me from joining her. There would be no point in living without her. I couldn't live with the weight of knowing that I killed my best friend.

I don't know how long it took to get to the hospital, nor do I know how I came to be in the waiting room, but what I do know is that if I have to go home tonight and Delilah isn't alive, I will kill myself.

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i don't really have anything to say. if anyone has ideas for the story then tell me and i may possibly use it idk. i have an idea but i'm not entirely sure.

sorry i haven't updated in a while i've had writers block and i'm just kinda sad. but comment and vote please and thank you.

nicole.