My Reason To Be (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Niall's POV-

For awhile after I hung up the phone, I was just in a state of shock. My mind was blank. I just sat in a chair with my head in my hands. Then all of a sudden, my mind was working overload. I imagined everything that could have happened to her, ranging from murder to rape and everything in between. By the time my mind had processed it all, I had grabbed my keys, was in my car, and on the way to her house. It was getting dark, around 6:30 so it took me a little bit to find it again. When I did, I slammed the brakes on, jumped out of the car, and ran up the driveway to the front door. I knocked on it, hard, for 5 minutes with no response. I tried the knob and it was unlocked. I opened the door an stepped into the living room. It was dark and dreary, dust gathered everywhere. Suddenly, I heard a shriek and a thud from upstairs. I raced up the stairs towards the noise, and ended up in Alex's bathroom. And there she was, lying on the ground, blood streaming down her arm, bottle of pills in hand. Now it was my turn to shriek. She looked up and saw me, her eyes completely void of any light they once held. She dumped a bunch of pills in her hand and swallowed them before I could reach her. She was passed out within seconds. I had to do something. I stood and made myself breathe even. If I didn't take immediate action, this girl would probably die. First things first, I had to call 911. After dialing the wrong number about 4 times, I finally got ahold of the emergency hotline. I just screamed at the lady on the other end "There's a girl here who just swallowed a bunch of pills! HURRY!" She tried to get some more information from me but I hung up the phone already. Tears were already streaming down my face. I didn't trust myself to be able to call anyone else, so I tried to figure out what to do until the ambulance got here. I was literally in hysterics as I picked Alex up off the floor and set her down next to the tub. The least I could do was try to get her to stop bleeding. As I was washing the cuts on her arm, I could tell the spelled out a word, but I was crying so much that I couldn't tell what it was. I heard sirens in the distance but they didn't register in my mind. All I was thinking was "Please don't die. I love you." over and over again. No other thought came into my mind as I continued to wash her cuts. I never ever noticed the ER staff coming up the stairs, stretchers in hand. They had to pull me away from Alex to put her on stretcher. Or so they told me afterwards. All I was thinking was "Please don't die. I love you." I chased them down the stairs and out to the ambulance, screaming and crying the whole way. Or so they told me. All I was thinking was "Please don't die. I love you." The only thing I do remember was finally being able to see and read what the cut on her arm said. One word. A name. Patrick. And I blacked out.