When we met(a zalfie fanfic)

Zoe

Louise comforted me for a while until she had to go and meet Matt. She had completely abandoned their shopping trip to see if i was ok. She really was the most amazing friend i've ever had. Without her i probably wouldn't even be alive, lets just say i'm a very emotional person.

I sat curled up on the sofa, still crying. I rocked myself back and forth, this didn't make 1 bit of difference. With no tears left i decided i needed to get a grip of myself. To do this i first needed to stand up. It was hard just to make the smallest movement, i had to mentally prepare myself each time. I finally made it onto my feet, dragging myself to the bathroom. I looked like the most horrific being on earth. I felt like it too. I turned on the tap, cupping some water in my hands. I splashed it on my face, wiping my face with a flannel. I fixed my hair into a high pony tail and left the bathroom not wanting to see my face for any longer.

My phone was ringing as i stepped back into the living room. The caller ID told me it was Alfie who was ringing me. I didn't want to answer but i thought i owed it to him.

"Alfie?" I asked.

"H-help me?" He struggled.

"Whats wrong? Where are you?"

"Park...come...quick" he breathed.

"I'm coming just stay there"

I hurriedly grabbed a jacket and pulled on my boots. I ran as fast as i could to the park. Not taking a moment to think about anything other than Alfie. What on earth could have happened to him? He sounded truly desperate on the phone. He needed me.

I made it to the park in record time, searching desperately for Alfie. I hurried towards the park where we had shared that amazing memory. I spotted Alfie immediately. He was sprawled out on the floor in a pool of blood. He held his wrist. I shouted his name repeatedly, not getting a reply. I dropped to my knees next to him, shaking his lifeless body in hope he was just joking.

I pulled out my phone and typed the three digit number, surely they could help him. The call handler asked me dozens of questions one being did he still have a pulsed. I pressed gently on his uncut wrist. To my relief i felt the small thumping from his veins. The women on the phone said there was an ambulance on its way. She also told me not to hang up but i completely ignored her. I placed the phone on the ground laying myself on Alfie's chest and sobbing. This was all my fault, if i hadn't have been so stupid then this never would have happened.

I heard the faint sound of sirens getting louder with every second. I saw 2 people running towards me in green uniforms. One pulled me off of Alfie's body placing me on a near by bench. They wrapped a bandage around Alfie's bleeding wrist and an oxygen mask over his face. Another paramedic came soon after wheeling a stretcher into the park. They threw Alfie onto it and ran towards the ambulance. The only female paramedic walked towards me grabbing my hand and guiding me in the direction of the vehicle.

I stepped inside, sitting down on one of the seats and fastening the seat belt. I stared at Alfie's bandaged up wrist. I felt nothing but regret and agony. He looked so helpless just laid on his back, eyes shut.

The ambulance came to a sudden stop, knocking me out of my thoughts. Alfie was wheeled away into the perfectly white building. It's how i imagined heaven to be but in reality it was hell in disguise. I took a seat on a blue plastic chair in the waiting room not knowing where Alfie had gone. In that very moment i realised how much i needed that beautiful boy in my life.