Saving a Life
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
As I arrived at her apartment she didn’t answer the door, I just went in. I walked down the hall way into her bedroom where she had pills and a beer and a list wrote out to make sure this would be her last recipe, a recipe of death. All I could do was yell, “What the hell are you thinking, he is not worth your life!” I started grabbing the pills, putting them back in a container and taking the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get water. I begged with her to drink the water and reminded her how much I loved her and told her she is worth living.
I repeat to her that we will get through this together. I take her with me to go get a movie as I don’t realize how many she has already taken, thinking somehow together we will make it through the night. I will grab some clothes so that I can stay with her through the long night ahead of us. As we drive across the bridge she tells her sister how much she loves her on the phone. My heart races more and more, scared to death to lose my best friend.
We get the movie and head back, as I go to get her glass of water and a blanket to help with the shakes she sneaks into my purse and grabs the bottle with the pills. I come back and see what she is doing, I yell at her and ask her why? I go into the spare room to see if someone is there to help me lift her into the car. Her room-mate is sleeping and keeps asking me why I...