Ben saw you at the bottom drowning. He needed to get to you somehow but how? Ben jumped into the pool and swam to the bottom, time was ticking for [Y/N]. Once he got her out, Ben checked her breathing and she wasn't. He started CPR and after several rounds of life saving efforts, the hotel medics started doing their part. After what seemed like forever the medics finally got her breathing and Ben was hailed as a hero.

"Come on! Come on get her on now!" a paramedic shouted running to the ambulance.

He just saved you from drowning, Ben fucking Platt just revived you. As you opened your eyes however you saw a different sight. Weird men flashing lights in your eyes and yelling stuff to the driver. At the hospital, Ben was standing at check in desk waiting for you to arrive. Once you got stabilized and placed in a hospital room Ben came in one hour later. You were sound asleep until you felt something touch your arm.

"Oh go back to sleep i didn't mean to wake you." Ben silently said.

"No... I didn't know I went to sleep. It's fine. I wanna talk with you please sit down." You say.

He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged you. You never wanted him to let go. You rolled on your right side to face him before saying. "Ben, why did you save me? I'm just a fan."

"That doesn't matter. I'd save anyone fan or not." Ben said.

"I didn't think I would be found. I wanted to hopefully drown myself to escape this cruel world."

Just then your parents come running in. "What happened to you! We were so worried!"

"I tried to drown myself okay? Don't ask why I just did." you say.

"I saw her sinking in the pool and I got her out but she wasn't breathing so I started CPR on her. Then the paramedics came and here we are." Ben said.

"You know we think about tragedy each day but when you're really close to it, it's just there. I'm really glad Ben saved me even though I don't know him that much." You say.

"Pff...some boy." Your father scoffs.

"Harold please!" Your mother said.

Ben was sitting there quietly while your dad kept rambling on.

"I'm finally breathing because of you." You look at Ben smiling.

Then your dad walked out yelling something and your mother followed him. Out in the hallway, you and Ben heard yelling. "Well what does she see in him?" Harold yelled.

"Nothing dear he just saved her!" Your mother said.

"She must see something in him if she's saying shit like what she just said!" Harold yelled.

"Just go home Harold! You will NOT make this boy feel like he shouldn't have saved her." Your mother said. She walked back into the room all quiet. "I'm sorry about that Ben." She said.

"Ow! My ribs hurt! I didn't think I'd have hurt ribs like this." You said.

"While I was performing chest compressoins your ribs cracked. I'm sorry." Ben said.

"No, there's nothing to be sorry for. I'd rather have cracked ribs then not seeing you ever again." You say. "Honestly, I'm the one who's sorry. If I wouldn't have tried to kill myself we wouldn't be in this mess."

You started singing but you couldn't sing well because of your ribs hurting you.

I never meant to make it such a mess

I never thought that it would go this far

So I just sit here sorry

Searching for something to say

Something to say

Words fail, words fail

There's nothing I can say

I guess I thought I could be part of this

I never had this kind of thing before

I never had that perfect boy

Who somehow could see the good part of me

I never had the dad who stuck it out

No corny jokes or baseball gloves

No mom who just was there

'Cause mom was all that she had to be

That's not a worthy explanation

I know there is none

Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done

Words fail, words fail

There's nothing I can say

Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted

And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had

And it's right there, right there, right there

In front of you

And you want to believe it's true

So you... make it true

And you think maybe everybody wants it

And needs it... a little bit... too

This was just a sad invention

It was real and tragic, I know

But I was happy

I guess I couldn't let that go

I guess I couldn't give that up

I guess I wanted to believe

'Cause if I just believe

Then I don't have to see what's really there

No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than

These broken parts

Pretend I'm something other than

This mess that I am

'Cause then I don't have to look at it

And no one gets to look at it

No, no one can really see

'Cause I've learned to slam on the brake

Before I even turn the key

Before I make the mistake

Before I lead with the worst of me

I never let them see the worst of me

'Cause what if everyone saw?

What if everyone knew?

Would they like what they saw?

Or would they hate it too?

Will I just keep on running away from what's true?

All I ever do is run

So how do I step in

Step into the sun?

"If only dad could know how I really feel." You say.

"I think he does." Your mother says.

"Huh?"

Then your dad walked into the room, he heard the beautiful song you sang about how words fail. "Sweetie I'm sorry. And Ben I'm sorry to you too, I should have been more grateful for you. You were there when my daughter needed it most and I thank you." Harold said.

"I'm thankful for your too Ben." Your mother said.

"Aw thanks." Ben said.

"You're my hero forever Ben Platt." You say.

Authors note: I made a special song called "Finally Breathing" to go with this story. Here's a snippet of the lyrics.

You saw me sinking down

You wouldn't let me get away

You saved me from the light

Of my darkest days.

Now I'm finally breathing after you restarted my heart

I'm finally breathing and I know we'll never part

Saving my life was one thing but being a hero is another

Now I'm finally breathing but what do I say?

What do I say?

What do I say?

So I hope you enjoyed the snippet of my song. The song is not attached to my real life in any way. I just made it for the story. Stay tuned for chapter two!