"Bob! Help me! Rachel is trying to kill herself and she won't listen to me! The only person she'll listen to is you, her best friend!"
"I got it, be there as fast as I can. Bye!" I hang up and got ready. I got out and into my car. I drove over there as fast as I could. I got to the house and looked at my watch; 2:10 am. I barged in and went to Rachel's room. I called the ambulance just in case and looked around.
She's not here! I start to freak out. Where could she be...? Bathroom! I ran in front of Rachel's bathroom. I turned the knob; it's locked!
"Rachel?"
No response.
"Rachel, I know you're in there; open up."
No response.
"Rachel...?" I begin to panic, so I kicked the door down. I saw pills on the counter and Rachel in the bathtub.
And this is probably where my CPR classes comes in.
I went up to Rachel and asked, "Are you okay?" She doesn't respond to I check her breathing. It's faint.... So, I start to put my hands to her chest and push.
I push repeatedly for about 5 times; it doesn't work, so I put my finger in her mouth (yes I know, it's gross). Now, she coughed up the pills. I saved her, yes! I hear the ambulance come and they take Rachel to The Hospital.
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Saving Rachel
Short StoryBob. A boring, common name. I don't like it, it just doesn't fit me. What do you mean by, it does fit me? I'm a hero not a regular person. I'm wierd not normal. I'm random not boring. I saved someone, named...
