Roger and I rushed into the clinic. As we ran into the waiting room where April was, I noticed all the sad faces surrounding us. Some were crying, some were hugging a loved one for comfort, and a few of them looked…courageous. I gave them all small smiles.

When Roger and I got to the waiting room, the first thing I saw was April, slouched in one of those crappy plastic chairs. She didn't look like the lively, perky April I knew – this April was different. She looked…broken.

I hurried over and embraced her. "Oh my God, April, what's the matter?!" I cried, hugging her to me. She sobbed into my shoulder.

"M-Mimi," April stuttered, tears streaming down her face. "C-can you wait for me in the bathroom or something? I-I need to talk to R-Roger alone."

I looked at Roger and back to April. "Sure, of course. I'll wait for you."

As I waited in the bathroom, various possibilities of what could be wrong with April flashed through my mind. Hmm, maybe she was pregnant. That would explain why she wanted to talk to Roger alone. How great would that be, if April had a kid! I'd be Aunt Mimi.

I absentmindedly grabbed my small bag of smack out of my purse and twirled it through my fingers. I wanted to be a good aunt for this baby, a positive role model for them to look up to. I smiled at the thought and threw the bag into the trash can. Finally, I would quit.

The door to the bathroom opened, and April walked in. Her face glistened from the tears, and her mascara was running down her cheeks. I hugged her. "What is it? What happened?"

April's tears started to flow again. "We're…me and Roger…we're…." April's voice began to break. "HIV positive."

Well, she definatly wasn't pregnant….I hugged April yet again. "Oh my God, sweetie, it's gonna be okay. It'll all be fine," I said softly, stroking her pretty read hair.

April looked up at me. "No, Mimi, it won't." She reached into her purse and pulled out a knife.

My eyes widened as she pressed it near her wrist. "April, NO. April, what the hell are you doing?!"I grabbed her arm.

"LET ME GO!" She screamed, pulling backward. I lost grip of her arm as she stumbled into a stall, blade pressed to her right arm.

"April, stop it!" I yelled furiously. April locked the stall door. I continued yelling. "This is a mistake! It's not your time!"

I heard her mumbled from the stall. "Yeah? Whatever."

I pounded the stall door. "C'mon! Think of Roger! Think of me!"

Slowly, she opened the door and poked her head out. "I know," she said, softly. "I know. It hurts to think about not waking up beside him anymore. Which is why I want you to take my place."

I was confused. "Wh-what?"

"Mimi, please, I'm not dumb. I know you like him. You two deserve each other. Now, if you'll excuse me," April said, glancing at me and closing the door. "I'd recommend you leave."

The door shut with a click.

No. No. There was no way I'd let this happen.

I ran down the hallway of the clinic. "HELP!" I yelled. "SOMEONE! ANYONE! MY BEST FRIEND IS TRYING TO KILL HERSELF. HELP!"

Roger ran up to me. "Mimi, what's going on?!"

I started to cry. "It's April! She's slitting her wrists in the bathroom and I can't get her to stop!"

"Oh, God." Beads of nervous sweat appeared on Roger's forehead. We ran down to the bathroom, panting and out of breath. We barged in to the bathroom, crying out April's name.

"April! April, stop!" Tears fell down Roger's face as he pounded on the stall door while I sobbed hysterically.

We heard April shriek, and heard a loud thud. April fell to the floor, with blood on her wrists and the knife in her hand.

I felt April's pulse. I glanced up at Roger with tears in my eyes. "We're too late."