Final Goodbye

Chapter 1

Harry's P.O.V

I looked at the bottle of pills on the counter, though my blurry eyes. Tears rolled down my face, and I knew Marley wasn't home. I grabbed it, memories rushing though my head.

The first time performing on stage.

The first time laying eyes on Marley.

The feeling the fans always made me have.

The fans. God, how could I leave them behind. I was the one keeping them strong, and I couldn't even do it myself. And my family..

"they'll make it." I say, over and over again. "She'll make it. They all will." I mumbled, and stood, walking to the bedroom, and placing the messily written note in her journal, on the first clean page I could find.

I walked into the bathroom, sliding back against the back wall. I grabbed the bottle in my hands again, shaking. I can do this, think about how much happier you'll be Harry.

I poured the bottle of at least 15 pills, and grabbed a glass from the counter. I filled it with water, and took 2, then 3 more, my vision getting blurry. I stopped crying at the point. The door closed, and swallowed 4 more. Her footsteps slammed up the stairs, walking into the bedroom.

"Harry?" she called out, and the door opened. I saw her face, and heard her scream before blacking out.

Marley's P.O.V

Dear Harry,

this is how that day went. it's not a great story, but you might want to know what you missed.

I walked up the stairs, and into the bathroom, slipping my coat off. "Harry?" I called out, and saw the bathroom light on, but not the shower. I opened the door, and saw him there. He had pills in his hand, and I screamed.

He hit the floor, and I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and kneeled down next to him. I dialed 911 (emergency contact) and pulled his head in my lap. "Harry, wake up." I said, tears rolling down my face already.

"911, what's your emergency?" the caller lady said.

"I uh, I just got home and I need a ambulance now!" I basically screamed, and kept my arm around his head.

"ma'am, you need to calm down. What happened?" she asked.

"my boyfriend, he swallowed too many pills! just send a ambulance! please!" I said, shaking myself now.

"I need a address?"

"32 Hurk Street." I said.

"okay, they're on their way." she said. "please stay on the line ma'am."

"yeah, of course." I said, throwing the phone on the sink, and looked down at his lifeless body. "Look, Harry. I'm so sorry.. and I want to be able to say goodbye, if you don't make it. I know, they were hard to ignore, but you tried. I just... I'm sorry for not listening as much, as I should have. I know you probably can't hear me, but-" and my voice cracked, because of my crying. "I'll always love you..." and the sirens took over my thoughts.

I kept my arms around you, until my they made me separate. They didn't even let me go in the ambulance. I couldn't control myself. I know you didn't want that. You would have wanted better, I know. You expected more.

Anyways, one of the police lady's drove me to the hospital after a while, when I could control my crying and I could breathe right. They almost wanted to take me in the hospital, because I was having a anxiety attack. Worst one yet. Don't feel bad, it wasn't your fault, I promise.

when I got to the hospital, I didn't talk to anyone for about a half hour, until the doctor came out. I stared at him, and he looked at me. "I'm guessing your with him?"

"yeah," I say, and stood up.

"well, it's not great news. Hes alive, but he's not okay. He probally won't make it, I'm so sorry."

I nodded, and walked over to the door. "can I go in?" I asked, and he said yes, so I opened the door, cringing the second I saw your body.

You were hooked up to so many things, and you looked very pale. Your eyes were closed, and it made me want to cry again, but you wouldn't like me to cry. So I tried not to, but I did anyways. I sat down on one of the chairs.

"I'm proud of you." I say, and grabbed your hand lightly. I wonder if you felt it.

I hope you don't mind I'm writing to you in story mode, but it's easier.

well, it's getting quite late. I hope you don't mind if I go home to sleep. I got a new journal, just for you. My other ones private, so I'll just give you this later. I love you, good night.

Love,

Marley.