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I can't live without you - Chapter 2
(Poppy's POV)
The day passed by at an unusually slow rate, maybe it was because it was the first time in weeks that I'd spent an entire day in school and in a classroom. I was normally skiving or in the cooler, but for some reason today I just couldn't be bothered. I met Rachel after school like I was supposed to do everyday. She seemed surprised to see me but didn't say anything.
When I got home I went straight to my room like I always did and laid on my bed just staring at the ceiling. I didn't feel any different so what did the pills actually do? Maybe I didn't need them anymore?
My phone started vibrating across my wooden bedside table and I picked it up, staring at the screen for a long second.
Lara Calling...
I pressed the accept button and put the phone to my ear.
"Hi, It's me. Lara" She said
"Hi"
"Listen, I'm sorry I haven't called. I haven't had a minute to myself, but the new unit is open and things are finally up and running. How's things at home? Are you okay?" She asked
Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably at the sound of her voice, I wiped they away furious at myself for getting this upset over her. I sniffled softly but it didn't go unnoticed by Lara.
"Poppy?" She asked softly
I put the phone down quickly before switching it off and sobbing into one of my pillows. It didn't take long for Rachel to come up.
(Rachel's POV)
I just gotten off the phone with Lara and we'd been talking about how Poppy had been the past few weeks and how she'd just been with Lara on the phone. I sat perched on her bed.
"Poppy?"
I pulled her into my arms softly and rubbed her back. It was the first time she'd been near me in weeks and I was taking advantage of it. She seemed more emotional today than she had, maybe she was just sick of playing the tough girl. She fell asleep in my arms, something that she also hadn't done for a few weeks. I tucked her in before going off to bed myself.
The next morning, Poppy was acting a bit strange but after the past few weeks I could deal with strange.
I made it to lunchtime without having hear about Poppy causing any trouble. I stood on the corridor looking out over the playground when Tom approached me.
"Rachel, have you seen Poppy today?" He asked
"Not since I dropped her off this morning why?"
"She doesn't seem herself..."
"What do you mean?"
"Listen Rach, when it happened with Josh I didn't want to make the call either but I think she needs some help" Tom said
"She's fine, A bit off colour but she's fine"s
We were interrupted by the sound of breaking glass and the fire alarm, we rushed around the corner to see Poppy repeatedly slamming the side of her hand into the already broken glass.
"You need to ring an ambulance" Tom said
"No. Lara's coming over for the weekend, I just need to get her home"
"Okay go. I sort things here"
(Lara's POV)
When I was finally back in England, I got a taxi straight to the house where I let myself in as usual and found Rachel in the kitchen, deep in thought drinking coffee. I gave her a quick hug and a smile to settle her worried face.
"Can you have a word with Poppy, she's acting strange. I think she's stopped taking her meds"
"Okay, it's okay I'll sort it" I smiled softly
Rachel seemed a little panicked and when Rachel got panicked there was normally something wrong. I headed upstairs to her room expecting to find her asleep or watching TV but her room was empty.
I approached the bathroom door which was closed and gently knocked.
"Poppy? Are you in there?" I called
I didn't get an answer just silence.
"Poppy! Open the door! Poppy!" I called, growing worried
I took a step before slamming my foot into the wood, the door shuddered but didn't open, the second time the wood cracked a little but again the door didn't open. The third and final time, the door flung open and swung back violently crashing into the towel rack.
Poppy was laid on the white tiled floor, barely awake. I rushed to her side, crouching in front of her, my hands on either side of her face.
Her eyes were glazed and it was like she was looking right through me. I could see the glistening paths on her cheeks where the tears had fallen and more continued to drip.
"Poppy how many have you taken?" I asked her, the panic setting in a little
She didn't answer me.
"Poppy!? How many?" I asked again
"All of them" she answered simply, her voice barely a whisper
All of them? There must have been at least 50/60 tablets in each bottle...
I took the vodka bottle out of her hands and dumped it on the floor behind her before spinning her round to the toilet.
"Poppy, you need to make yourself sick" I told her
She shook her head, more tears falling.
I didn't have time to waste, the more time I spent arguing with her about it, the more of the poison was being absorbed into her bloodstream. I stood behind her, leaning over, then with my left hand I held her chin, I didn't fancy any teeth marks in my hand and I didn't think she would but if she did, I could take an injection and a dressing... Her body couldn't take this.
Using my right hand, I stuck my fingers down her throat until she was forced to rid her body of the toxic ingredients that she'd ingested. She tried to fight against me but her body was exhausted and her attempts were feeble.
I rubbed her back softly as she vomited the vodka and tablet fragments into the toilet, trying to give her a little bit of comfort and let her know it was okay.
"Good girl, that's it" I soothed
When she got a brief interval, she tried to move away but, I put her right back.
"You need to stay there sweetheart" I told her just before another fountain erupted
I grabbed a blanket wrapping it around her shoulders but I could still feel the shivers coming from her. I held a glass of water close and when I was sure she'd rid her system of most of it, I handed it to her sipping it slowly.
I pulled out my phone, dialling 999 and asking for an ambulance. As soon as the realisation hit Poppy, she fought against me, weakly, sobbing as she did.
"No, please... I'm sorry..." She cried "I just wanted you to come back"
After I put the phone down, I looked at her straight in the eye, my features full of sympathy and concern.