Drew ran upstairs and out the door just in time to get in the back of the ambulance with Adam. He was still passed out, so Drew focused on the note in his hands. Why would Adam write this? And who did he write it to. He jumped when he heard a beep. He looked around and saw a light glow from Adam's pants pocket. Drew breathed a sigh of relief. He had just gotten a text. Drew grabbed Adam's phone and saw that his friend Eli was asking him where he was. Drew quickly texted him back:

Eli, This is Drew… I'm with Adam on the way to the hospital. He's unconscious.

A quick ping sounded and Drew checked the message.

What the fuck?

He tried to commit suicide…

?

He may succeed he hasn't woken up yet.

I'm on my way.

Drew sighed and shut the phone, putting his head in his hands. This couldn't be happening. Why would Adam do this? They approached the hospital and Adam was rushed out to get his stomach pumped. Drew jumped as he heard his mom shout, "DREW!"

"Mom. Dad."

"What the hell happened Andrew?" Mom was PISSED.

"I don't know! I was getting a jacket for dinner and I smelled alcohol! So I went downstairs and found him passed out."

"Why was he drinking?" Dad asked. He was clearly upset, but trying to keep calm like I was. We always had a lot in common. I shrugged.

"I don't know, but I found this next to him." I pulled the note out of my pocket and handed it to them. Dad furrowed his eyebrows and Mom gasped.

"Wh-What…" She was speechless. For once in her life, Audra Torres was speechless. Why would her son do this? Just then that goth kid and the redhead rushed in….what were their names? Drew turned around.

"Eli! Clare!" He waved them over. Clare was panting and Eli looked flushed. Drew handed them the note from Adam. They looked just as surprised yet dumbfounded.

"Adam wouldn't do this on purpose…" Eli said. "He didn't seem depressed to me."

"I didn't think he was this upset," Clare added. "Every time we hung out he was genuinely happy, you could tell he wasn't faking it."

"I doubt you two were the problem." Drew stated. He felt himself getting angrier. He wanted his brother back. Whoever made him feel this way was going to pay.

"Then who was?" Mom asked, clearly upset.

"I don't know!" I said. "YOU were the one who made him feel unwelcome!"

"Don't talk to your mother that way!" Dad piped in.

"It's true though! You were the least accepting of all of us maybe it's YOUR fault!"

"Andrew!"

"M-Mrs. Torres," Clare jumped in, trying to calm the situation. "Don't be upset. He just wants someone to blame-"

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Drew snapped, and Clare winced.

"That's no way to treat a girl!" Dad scolded.
"Well for the longest time mom treated Adam like a girl!"

"That's not true!"

"Really? Because YOU'RE the issue here!"

"GUYS" Eli shouted. "We're in the HOSPITAL. Adam is unconscious, his stomach is being PUMPED, and we have more issues to worry about, like oh I don't know, if Adam is gonna LIVE, so we don't have time to stand around here and blame each other!" Drew looked down guiltily. He just felt like he was gonna explode after everything that's happened and he wanted to know so badly who the note was for. A doctor came out.

"Mr. and Mrs. Torres?"

"What's going on with my son?" Mom said sharply, walking up to the now confused-looking doctor.

"Son? I must have the wrong patient file…" Drew rolled his eyes at the man's ignorance. Mom quickly explained about Adam and the doctor apologized.

"Well we had to pump his stomach, and he'll be okay, but your son suffered from alcohol poisoning. I don't how or why he had his hands on a lot of alcohol but he did, and his body couldn't handle the level of alcohol he consumed. This put him into a coma, and I don't know when he'll wake up. I doubt it will be more than a few days." Mom nodded.

"Thank you, Doctor Patterson," She said, glancing at his nametag. Her arms were crossed and Dad was holding onto her, as if she might fall over if he let go. At this point Drew didn't blame her. The doctor nodded.

"I'm afraid you can't visit now though, the nurses are still doing some follow up things, but I wanted to know why Mr. Torres had his hands on so much alcohol.

"Adam's normally really trustworthy. We had no idea he would do this, but we keep our wine and everything in our basement and everyone was out today. I don't know why he drank that much." Drew looked at her incredulously.

"Are you serious?" He snapped, and turned to the doctor. "It was a suicide attempt sir. I found him, and a note."

"A note? Saying…?"

"None of your business," he snapped, getting angrier. Doctor Patterson looked at him sympathetically. "All I know is he did it to himself because he was trying to kill himself." Doctor Patterson nodded.

"In that case, the hospital needs to keep him here a few days after he wakes up on suicide watch." Mom nodded. "I would also suggest you find the boy counseling. We have a wing in the hospital dedicated to suicide and self harm cases. We have many counselors on hand… If you would like we can move Mr. Torres to that wing."

"Thank you." Mom said. "That sounds great."

"I know it will be tough, considering, but I would suggest you all go home and get some rest. He can't have visitors right now and in a stressing time as hard as it is, you'll all need your rest. You can come back tomorrow to check on him and I'll contact you if anything changes." Mom nodded again.

"Okay," she said, sniffling. "We'll be back bright and early." She ushered Drew down the hallway along with her husband, Adam's friends trailing behind. The poor girl with the red hair looked on the verge of tears.

The drive home was silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't a comforting silence either. It was very tense, and Drew could feel himself getting more and more stressed every second. He stormed up to his room and sat down on his bed. He spotted a slip of paper, so he leaned over and picked it up. It was Adam's handwriting, and looked ripped at the top and bottom edges, matching the bottom edge of the first note. It said simply:

To Drew, who always managed to remind me.

Iiiiii

Here's how I'm gonna do this…. I already have it planned out :D so that it's 8-10 chapters. This one's called the blame game… so obviously the blames start showing up (I have sections of adam's suicide note that will be found one by one by different people) and it'll all get put together. I'll have a second story that's a second part giving the aftermath…. Methinks it'll work that way… This may have sucked, but I'll never know if you don't review!

Thanks for reading, and please review!

xoxo

Logan