I'll Stick With You For Us [River Phoenix story: BOOK 1]

What Haunts Him In His Dreams

"No! River!" Grace shrieked. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her make up was smeared all over her face.

I stood and watched from the side lines; my body on a stretcher, being dragged into an ambulance truck.

What is going on

"River don't leave me!" Grace was being held back by police. She fought against the officers to run into the ambulance with me.

Next thing you know it i'm on a surgery table having my stomach pumped.

"What did I do!?" I scream and grip my thick hair in my hands.

I run out of the room to the waiting room. Grace was crying into my parents' shirt.

"What happened?!" I hear my mom ask Grace.

"River just... he was angry, drinking way too much and left to the restroom for some long amount of time. When he came out he was terribly high. Next thing you know it, he's on the floor having a seizure." Grace cried.

I ran to her, kneeling in front of her and held her knees.

"No, Grace, i'm right here! Please!" I cried. She couldn't hear me. "Baby, please..."

"I thought rehab worked..." My dad said as tears rose to his eyes.

"H-How... w-why is...this?" My mom cried. She could barely speak.

"Mr and Mrs. Phoenix?" The surgent I saw opperating on me came out. Grace and my parents stood up.

"As you know, River had a seizure. He had consumed much alcohol and, we had found a dangerous amount of cocaine in his blood which must have triggered the seizure."

"Is my son okay?!" Mom cried holding Grace in her arms.

"Mrs. Phoenix-"

"AHH!" I shot up from my dream. I was sweating and panting as if I had just run a mile.

I moved my hair from my eyes and shook my head wildy.

"What the fuck.." I mutter. My heart was racing. I was sweating from my head down my bare back and chest.

It was so real. It was horrible.

I now realized: if I keep up this habbit, I will lose my family and the only girl who truly loves me back.

I need to go through rehab so I can get better. There is no way i'm letting a plant, pills, and alcohol kill me.

I am no fan of the life style I live, but I love the people who surround me. The people who kept me on my feet. The people who care about my existance.

I have so much to live for.

Who knows, I could become very successful and famous some day. Even if I don't I know I won't let myself die or go to waste.