She sat there, on her bed, curled up in a ball, still in her street clothes, coat, and shoes, as tears started to pour out of her eyes uncontrollably. She couldn't control the hurt she was feeling any longer just like every other night of this week, spending the days in a hospital room watching her best friend die right before her eyes, the nights crying out of the pain of losing the two people she longed to have by her side for forever. The pain and shaking from withdrawal was also another addition to all this. Wanting to shoot up but couldn't if she tried, for she was too weak to even move most nights. Hearing the movement from upstairs was like being stabbed through the heart repeatedly. Longing for one last word, touch, kiss with him, just one. One last day of window shopping uptown because everything was way out of their budge with her best friend. One last night of being held tight by true love, to make every moment of it last forever. One last night at Life just like last Christmas. She knew she could go on and on wishing for more last moments but she knew they would never happen. She knew that her herself was getting weaker each day, that she wouldn't be here much longer herself. It didn't matter though since there was no one to miss her anyways. She wiped the tears off her face, while taking off her shoes. She considered taking off her coat and getting completely undress from her day clothes, but she was too weak. So she threw her shoes across the room and crawled under the blankets and brought her legs to her chest, holding them tight while sobbing to sleep.
October 30th, 12:24AM
Ringing, The phone was ringing on her nightstand. She tried to reach for it in time but the answering machine already went off. She heard Collins voice start to talk and finally picked it up. "Meems..." his voice trailed off, she heard the fact that he'd been crying and pain in his voice. She didn't want to hear the rest, because she knew what this call was, but she sat on the phone anyways and listened, tears streaming down her face.
She hung up the phone and that was the end, she couldn't handle it anymore. She was sobbing and scream and lost control of herself. She got up and started throwing things and knocking things over while screaming as if it would make the pain less worse. After a minute she was pulled by her arm, it was Mark. He asked her what was wrong and all she did was scream "SHE'S DEAD. SHE'S GONE. SHE'S DEAD" sobbing. He knew right there what had happened and didn't know what to say. He became very upset himself and didn't know what to do so he just stood there until she told him to leave, and up to the loft he went.
