Natalie's POV
"Natalie! Natalie!" I can hear you screaming my name, I can hear your voice cracking, I can hear your pain and your worry, and the pounding of your fists on the door. I can feel the vibrations from the impact on the floor. I realize that I'm laying on the floor.
"NAT! NATALIE ARE YOU THERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME! NATALIE!" You keep screaming, I turn my head and I realize it hurts to move. I can see you twisting and turning the doorknob, trying to get it to budge, and I can see the shape of your upper body through the window in the door, frantically trying to get in to me.
My eyelids are getting heavier, and I lift my hand slowly, and I realize my entire arm is drenched in blood. I did it, maybe it worked. Maybe this was it. Suddenly glass shatters and within seconds somehow you're at my side.
"Jesus! Natalie, Natalie, please." You beg.
"Stay awake, look at me." It hurts to try to keep my eyes open, but I'm trying, because you're asking. And doing what you ask is the least I could do for you.
Your brown, sad, frantic, eyes meet mine and I see tears in yours, and I feel tears in mine.
"Nat, stay awake, please, you'll be okay. I promise, just stay with me, I'm getting help, okay?" My body won't respond.
You lift me up and set me on the couch, I see you dial 911 and I can hear you talking.
"My girlfriend, she tried to kill herself…." I hear the shame in your voice and I feel terrible because it's not your fault at all and I can tell you think that it is.
I don't know what's happening, but you have towels pressed onto the wounds on my forearms. You're cleaning and soaking up the blood, with your head bowed down.
"Natalie." I hear you whispering as your tears fall. I groan, I can sense my body is getting weaker. This is it, I know it.
"Shh." You whisper and you kiss my forehead.
"Stay with me, Nat, stay with me. I'm here, I love you, please." You beg me. There are sirens, and lights coming through the windows and I see my Dad run in, and look at me in horror.
"Natalie!" He cries. And that's the last thing I hear until I wake up.
You're sitting in the chair next to me, asleep. And I almost wish I had died. I know it would have hurt you. But at least that would be the last time I would hurt you.
Because I know this road isn't easy, and I'm going to make your life hell. And I know this won't be the last time I try this, and I know I'll never be able to get off the drugs, and I know I will constantly cause you pain. I wish I wouldn't, but I know that I will.
And I'm sorry.
So random, just came to me out of nowhere. Thoughts/reviews/feedback is much appreciated! Inspires me to write other stories : D