When I Die |HBR {Editing}

12

Hunter
Avery walks over to Chance and Hero while I'm stuck talking to Lily and Veronica. 

"Um. I'm sorry to cut this short but.. I really.. need.. to go help my girlfriend." I say getting side tracked. They nod and wave goodbye. As I was walking up to them Hero throws a punch at Avery. 

"HERO STOP!" Chance says completely afraid of what was going to happen next. Avery's friends join in and before we knew it security was involved. Chance looks at Hero in fear. Hero was fine. Avery and her little group where pretty beat up though. 

"Come with me. All six of you." The security guy says. 

"All six?" I ask. He nods. 

"But me and Chance where only trying to break it up." 

"Doesn't matter you were involved in the fight." He sighs. He takes us to the back and looks over the footage trying to figure out who started it. 

"So it looks like you started it." He says pointing to Hero. She nods. 

"Say shit about my best friend you got it coming." She says giving Avery the death stare. 

"So is this like a bullying thing. Where this young lady is harassing her and you were standing up?" He asks. 

"Ye-" Hero starts but Chance cuts in. 

"No. It was all just a huge misunderstanding. Now sir can we please just go home?" Chance asks. He nods. 

"Don't be going around punching people." He says to a Hero who nods. He lets us go and we all go home. Well me, Chance and Hero do but Avery and her group don't. Chance stays quiet the whole way home and when we go back to my house she is completely silent. 

"Chance you ok?" I ask looking at her concerned. 

"No I'm not." She groans falling back on my bed. 

"What's wrong baby?" I ask wrapping my arms around her neck. 

"I just... can't... do this anymore." She says quietly. 

"Chance, baby, don't talk like that," I say hugging her tightly. 

"I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin your day with my feelings." She says.

 "You're not ruining my day. I love when you talk about how you're feeling. It takes weights off of your shoulders." I say kissing her forehead. 

"You wanna know how I'm feeling? I feel like I'm dying. Emotional dying. My thoughts are gone my stomach hurts at the smell of food, my depression is growing, my anxiety is getting horrible. I'm slowly dying inside." She sighs laying her head on my shoulder. 

"You'll be okay," I mumble holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. 

"Hunter I can't breathe." She laughs. I let go. 

"I don't know what to do." She sighs. 

"I know one thing you aren't going to do is commit suicide," I say looking down at her. She just sighs. Like she was disappointed I won't let her slit her wrist or swallow a handful of pills. I just sigh with her. Chance means so much to me. Why would she just want to throw away her life? Or throw away our relationship. It's not fair that she feels like that. She shouldn't.