Far Away

Chapter 5

***TRIGGER WARNING***

I finally headed up to my apartment. I walked in and poured myself a drink of bourbon. I threw everything on the bench and just sculled the drink. Next thing I hear rattling at my door. I slowly approach it, gun in hand. It slowly began to open. I poked my gun though the opening and yelled "STOP BOSTON PD!" A loud high pitched squeal echoed through the building. Surprise surprise it was Maura.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAURA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

"I said I was coming over"

"Yeah and I told you not to"

"Well to bad I'm here now so I'm not leaving, I bought wine and movies to sit and watch and get drunk."

"You do what you want I'm going to my room."

I grabbed my bottle of bourbon, a bottle of vodka and my phone and locked myself in my room.

"I'm not leaving Jane"

I just ignored her and sat on my bed. I opened my bottle and began to drink. Tears continued to stream down my face. What do I do now? Tell her? What am I kidding, there is no way she loves me. I continue to drink. My crying becomes more audible. Maura cam and knocked on the door.

"Jane let me in please"

"No go away"

I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. My head was all over the place. I feel a dark presence go over me, it feels like it's crushing me from the inside. "GET OUT!"

I scream. Nothing, it's still there. Maura yells, I take no notice. It tells me things, you're not worth it, you're no good, no one loves you, just kill yourself you'll do the world a favour.

I thrash around through my bathroom cabinets looking for something to take away the pain. I found a razor blade. Something to make me feel better. I pressed it into my skin and dragged it along. I instantly feel relief. The pain is gone. Maura ferociously knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jane let me in right now"

I ignored her wails. I continued to press it to my skin and drag it along. The pain gone with every stroke. As I went on I began to feel light-headed. Everything started to go black. The last thing I saw was Maura breaking down the door.

MAURA'S POV

"JANE, JANE WAKE UP!"

I was crying as I leant in her puddle of blood. I pressed my left hand to her thigh. I pulled out my phone and proceeded to dial '911'

"Ambulance"

"Boston, Massachusetts"

"I'm a doctor I can handle the situation"

"I need an ambulance to unit 6 137 Lorry street Boston"

"Priority, she's bleeding out and unconscious, possible femoral artery injury"

"I need to hang up so I can stabilise her"

I hung up the phone. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off her shorts. Only to see more blood. I took a towel and pressed it to her thigh. I continued to cry, this was breaking me. How could she do this to herself. I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in"

I yelled, I heard a voice,

"I am an EMT"

"Just through here"

I screamed and stuck my hand out the bathroom door so they could see where I was. They entered the room.

"Jane Rizzoli, 32, BPD detective. Homicide. I am her best friend Dr. Maura Isles, I'm a M.E. She was crying at work and I followed her home. When I got here she let me in and went to her room and cried. She took two bottles of alcohol with her, they're sitting over near her bed. She told me to leave her alone. I stayed to make sure she was ok. I heard her screaming so I beat down the door and found her hear. I tried to compress the wounds."

The EMT's picked her up off the floor and placed her on the stretcher and wheeled her out. I grabbed my bag and locked up as I followed them down. I climbed into the back of the Ambulance before they pushed Jane in.

"Don't worry Dr. Isles we always take care of Boston's finest"

"Thank you" I replied, tears still streaming down my face. I took her hand and firmly in mine. The ride seemed short. We pulled up at the hospital and they wheeled Jane out. The other EMT held my hand and helped me out. I grabbed the side of the stretcher and walked in with her. I am so worried about her. How could she do this to herself?