warnings: death
"Please please please pleasepleasplease!" The words run together just as you run up to meet her, and she looks asleep but she's not. There is an empty bottle of pills and your eyes are overwhemled with tears before you can even process what has happened, as if inherently your soul knows. Some might argue that you don't even have a soul, but it knows the second you walk into her room that she's dying. That she's going, going, gone. "NO!" You shake her by the shoulders, but she's loose and lifeless. "No, no, no.." You choke on the words and grab her by the wrist for a rough jerk off of the bed. There is no time for gentle, because you don't know if it's too late. You're dragging her down the hall, screaming in a house where nobody fucking hears you. "Don't die, don't die.."
You pray, and if anybody listens to you anymore, you pray that you die a hundred times before she has to. "Don't die," you beg while hauling her into the bathtub. Cold water, you think. Cold water will wake her up, because she isn't moving, and you haven't even stopped to check if she's breathing. You kick the shower on and it spills over the both of you, ice cold in the tub. The water splatters onto the floor because you don't bother with the curtain, you just want her to be okay. You want everything to be okay, even though some part of you knows that it's too late. You kiss her hair, and you kiss her ear. You whisper that you love her, that its going to be alright, just wake up.. just wake up..