‘She did it again’ was all I could think. I had just found out that my friend was tooken to the hospital, because she had cut herself again. This time the cuts were so deep that she needed stitches. They drew some blood from her and found out that she had overdosed on heroin.
‘I can’t believe she did it again’ I said to her brother, James, who I happened to be dating.
‘I think I saw it coming’ he said sadly
‘Why didn’t you say anything?’ I almost cried
‘Because I wanted to be wrong, I wanted to just be thinking I was being overprotected. I didn’t want to loose her. But I think it may be to late.’
‘Don’t say that’ I was crying now ‘We can’t loose her. She’ll change. She’ll be okay. She just needs help’
‘I know, I know that I shouldn’t have said that’ He whispered. He was holding me now. Trying to comfort me. Protect me from my fear of loosing my best friend. Trying to get rid of the pain.
But it was to late. I was lost in flashbacks and tears and my fear had already swallowed me. I started hyperventilating. Something was really wrong. I could feel it. Then his cell phone went off. We were in the waiting room waiting while she was getting stitches. It was his best friend. He quickly turned off his phone. At that moment the doctor walked in and asked my boyfriend to go with him. James said he would not go unless I could go, too. The doctor then asked, ‘What relationship do you have with her?’ He said the words to me.
‘She’s my best friend. More like a sister than anything else.’ I whispered.
‘You might as well come. You both will need each others support.’
As soon as we walked into his office, he said, ‘She didn’t make it. She died from blood loss…’
That was all I heard. I fell to the floor, because I refused to sit. I was on my knees over a garbage can, puking bile, because I hadn’t eaten at all that day. James was holding my hair back and crying himself. I was empty. James had to half carry me out to the car. The doctor was looking at me as if I was the one who needed hospitalization. I don’t remember much more. I slept on James’ bed and He stayed up all night. I don’t think I really slept, but laid there completely empty and drained. I was broken and hurt. My best friend would never hug me. I could never help her through another problem.
Everything I knew ended that day.