Please don't die

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New York, May 13, 2009

*Noah's POV*

I was coming back from school when I went to my home, when I get home I call for my sister.

"Rach, I'm home! Where are you?!" I yell from the living room and no one answer. I look for her in the bathroom, kitchen and nothing so I went to her bedroom and saw her passed out in the floor. 

"Rach! Rach! What the hell?! Wake up!" I yell crying. She doesn't move so I call 911.

HOSPITAL

I was crying with my hands in my face and praying to my little sis to live. My dads come running asking for news from Rachel.

"Where's my daughter? I need to see her RIGHT NOW!" My dad Leroy yell to a nurse.

"I'm sorry sir but I don't have any news right now." The nurse answer.

40 minutes later some doctor appears and ask for Rachel's family.

"Ms. Rachel Berry?" He asks.

"We are her family! Is she okay? Oh my sweet baby!" My dad Hiram said. 

"Rachel had an overdose, and looking at her file, I see that she's had one before. I recommend that you send her to rehab during the summer that she can stay sober." The Dr. tells us.

"Thanks very much, can we see her?" Leroy asks the doctor.

"Of course she's in room 403. Have a good night." We all thanks the doctor and went to Rachel's room. After a few minutes she wake up.

"Oh honey, you have to stop using drugs" My dad Hiram tells her. "But I'm glad that you're okay."

"Oh guys I'm so ashamed of myself right now. I'm so so so sorry, I promise I will stop" Rachel answer crying.

"Little sis, please stop doing this. I know it's not your fault you have a addict, but you have to fight! Promise me that you will fight."

"I promise, 2 minutes older brother. I love you guys so much."

"We love you too."



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