Chapter 10- Because Of You

Do you know how hard it is to call your best friend and ask her to buy you a plane ticket home? It really sucks.

When I got back to the apartment it was nearly noon, so thankfully Jo was at work. I walked into my room and fell onto the floor. I laid there, in my crumpled black dress, for nearly three hours. I don't even think it would be possible for me to cry any more. I had ran out of tears on the plane, the poor lady next to me tried her best to comfort me. But there was nothing she could do, hell, there was nothing anyone could do.

After three hours I got on all fours and crawled to the bathroom, in my cabinet I found the prescription bottle containing the Vicodin Jo had been prescribed for her knee surgery. I read the label, 500 milligrams, sounds pretty good.

I took one, though I wasn't exactly sure why.

-One Hour Later-

I didn't feel anything, like how hot the water in the bathtub was, or how the razor felt against my wrist. Or how deep I cut.

But I really didn't care if I died, I was hoping I would, then I wouldn't have to explain anything to anyone, wouldn't have to tell anyone how I let a man break me down, but most of all, I wouldn't have to live without him.

Life was stupid anyway, all anyone is doing is waiting to die, I am just choosing to take that matter into my own hands.

I grabbed the bottle of vodka next to the bathtub and took a big gulp. I could taste blood on my lips, I guess my wrist were bleeding bad enough to drip on the bottle, oh well.

I'm...really dizzy, this is weird.

-Thirty Minutes Later-
(Jo's POV)

"Adelia?! Sweetie where are you?"

I could see her bedroom light on, when I walked in I heard music coming from the bathroom. I guess she's in the tub.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I entered the bathroom. Adelia was in a tub full of red tinted water, one of her arms were draped over the side of the tub, there was a pool of blood on the floor next to a bottle of vodka.

I ran over and checked her pulse, it was there but faint. I dug for my phone in my purse and dialed 911. They said that EMS would be here in less than ten minutes, I don't know if she'll last that long. They said to try and wake her up, if at all possible. I started hitting her face and yelling her name. Her eyes opened for a brief second, then she was out again.

"Please Adelia, don't die on me, wake up love!"

EMS seemed to take forever to get here, and when they did I was quickly pulled away from her, the bastards wouldn't even let me ride up there in the ambulance. So me, Nathan, and Justin drove up, following them close until they pulled into Charity Hospital.

We ran in after them, but we were stopped at the swinging doors, they made us sit in the waiting room. One of the paramedics advised us to call her family, she told us things weren't looking good.

How do you call someone and tell them their daughter tried to kill herself?

"Isn't there someone here that can do that?!" Nathan asked as he put a protective arm around me, he was holding Justin's hand with his other.

One of the nurses walked up to us. "If you can give me the number, I'll do it, you guys have enough on your plate right now."

I pulled out Adelia's phone, thanking God that I was smart enough to grab it on the way out.

"It's 985-789-3324...that's her parents number...but they live in Mandeville, or Covington...somewhere on the North shore, it will take them forever to get here..."

The nurse gave me a weak smile. "Just go sit down, I'll handle it from here."

I nodded, and Nathan steered me over to the waiting room. We sat down, Nathan never let go of me.

"Why would she do something like this?"

I sighed. "Because, that bastard destroyed her..."

"Who?"

I ran my hands through my hair in annoyance of the situation. "The bastard...Josef or whatever...she went to see him last night, apparently it didn't turn out well, I had to buy her a plane ticket back here."

Justin shook his head. "No, Adelia would never do this because of some guy..."

"This wasn't just some guy, she was...or is...in love with him, and for some stupid reason, he wont love her back."

I flipped open her phone and saw that she had a new text message, I opened it. It gave me Josef's address and phone number, apparently Adelia had called information when she was in California and they sent her the information in a text.

"You think I should call him?"

Justin and Nathan just stared at the phone. Nathan was the one to answer. "If you don't I will."

I stood up. "Yea, that's what I thought."

I walked out to the parking lot, and dialed the number.

"Mr. Konstantin's Office."

"I need to speak with Josef."

"Name please?"

I sighed. "My name is Johanna, he doesn't really know me...but tell him I'm a good friend of Adelia."

She was quiet for a minute. "Okay, give me a moment."

I was put on hold, while I was waiting it seemed as if the situation really hit me. I could lose Adelia, forever, I could lose my best friend.

I started sobbing, I heard someone pick up the phone on the other end.

"Hello?"

"You bastard, I hope you die for what you've done to her!"

"Done too who? Who is this?!"

"It's Jo, Adelia's friend, I'm at the hospital right now, she tried to kill herself, because of you! I hope you're happy now."

"I...is she okay?"

"Why do you care?"

"Look, just tell me, is she okay?"

He sounded worried, which threw me off, why should he care? "They don't know yet, she lost a lot of blood, it doesn't look good."

"Where are you?"

"New Orleans."

"No shit, I meant what hospital."

"Charity."

"What's the address?"

"1541 Tulane Avenue."

"I'll be there in two hours tops..."

"Josef...if you care so much, why aren't you two together?"

He sighed. "Now's not the time."

He hung up, I just stared at the phone, then turned and walked back into the waiting room. With any luck, the doctors will have some news soon.