Disclamer: i dont own ne thing

jst a few things the "down the road not across the street thing" is real. it not a poster but it is a picture i found ona website and it made me laugh, if you dont understand it (watch the craft lol) it basicaly means that u have a better chance of killin ur self if u cut dwn not across (morbid i know!) i will prob post ch3 2moro coz i dont seem to be havin writers block wiv this like my other story lol!

-thanks to my Beta Humz (u rock :P) who also helped wen i cudnt think of the word lol (which happens alot!)

She couldn't remember what her thought process was or how she had ended up like that but she found herself on the kitchen floor looking at the ceiling again. She couldn't remember picking up the knife. But she could remember laughing about some stupid poster she had seen, it had never seemed more relevant that it did at that moment. It said something like "remember kids it's "down the road" not "across the street." She also remembered how easy it was, she thought that she might have been more hesitant at the thought of killing herself but she wasn't. The only thing she could think of was what would people say about her when she was gone. She didn't care that people would miss her or how Rory might feel when she was gone. They didn't care about her so why should she give them more than a second thought.

She felt cold and couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her body. She could feel her head getting light and instead of darkness all she could see was white. She knew it wouldn't be long until she passed out. From her position on the floor she could see her arm stretched out beside her, it looked almost alien to her, as though it weren't hers. Her sleeve was wet and she knew what was causing it as another shiver of almost horror over took her. She could hear noises but none of them registered to her as important. She could tell the tap was still running but a sudden bang from somewhere in the house scared her more than her inevitable fate.

Sookie hadn't spoken to Lorelai in nearly a week, she had tried phoning but she wouldn't answer the phone and with Lorelai off work she had the responsibility of not only the inn but also two small kids. Although she could really blame Lorelai for pulling away from everything she was going through a lot. Sookie had regretted not being there for her best friend while she was at a difficult time in her life. It was the only time she could get away to see her and she was looking forward to it. With a tone of junk food in tow she made her was up the front porch to the all too familiar front steps of the Gilmore house. She wasn't shocked to find the front door unlocked as she let her self in and made her way into the living room. The door behind her closed with a bang as a sudden gust of wind blew it closed, jumping slightly from shock. She was about to make her way upstairs when she heard the tap running in the kitchen. She smiled to her self as she remembered that Lorelai liked to wash dishes when she had something on her mind. Throwing her purse and the rest of the junk food on the sofa she made her way to the kitchen.

The image that lay before her would stay with Sookie for the rest of her life. She could see the kitchen knife in Lorelai's right hand and instantly noticed how much blood was thickly coated over the blade. She quickly shifted her gaze to her other arm and noticed the pool of blood that was growing by her left wrist. "LORELAI". Sookie was in shock but she refused to freeze up she needed to help her friend and that's what she was going to do. Noting that Lorelai didn't flinch when she shouted her name she ran to where she was lying and took her head in her hands. "Lorelai please wake up, sweetie you need to open your eyes. Please." Sookie didn't notice that she had started crying she was concentrating too hard on Lorelai's pale lifeless face. As soon as her eyes slowly fluttered open a wave of relief washed over Sookie. "Sookie?" Her voice sounded almost alien and so unlike the Lorelai she knew. "You need to keep your eyes open." Sookie was almost forceful, to an outsider it could have been mistaken as a hint of hatred in her voice but Lorelai knew it was concern. "Please Sookie let me go" her pleas were below a whisper and Sookie could barely hear it above her heavy breathing. Ignoring Lorelai's wishes Sookie grabbed the neatest cloth she could find and tied it around her wrist to try and stop the bleeding.

It was the first time since Sookie had step foot inside the kitchen that she looked at the cut on her wrist. It was almost four inches long and at an angle down her left wrist. Sookie shuddered at the thought that it was a serious attempt to take her life. As fast as she could she crabbed Lorelai house phone and called for an ambulance. Sookie had never felt more helpless. How could she let it get this bad she should have asked for help she could have said something. Looking down into the eyes of her best friend she asked the only thing that made sense in her head. "Why?" she wasn't sure that Lorelai was still awake or if she could even hear her until she heard her say "don't tell them." Sookie was completely lost. Her best friend was lying on her kitchen floor barely conscious after trying to kill her self and who the hell was them. Everything fell into place and Sookie realized what she meant. Rory and Luke. Neither of them knew that the other had left and Lorelai had said that they weren't going to find out; she didn't want them to feel sorry for her.

It wasn't long before the ambulance arrived and Lorelai was taken to hospital. The next few hours were a complete blur to Sookie. Lorelai was rushed into surgery to stop the bleeding and all Sookie could do was wait. She felt almost guilty that she hadn't phoned Rory or Luke to let them know about Lorelai's condition. All she could do was sit alone in the waiting room wishing and hoping that Lorelai was going to be ok. She must have been waiting for a long time because she fell into a dreamless sleep and was woken by a doctor still wearing scrubs. "Are you a relative of Lorelai Gilmore?" the doctor inquired.

"Yes is she ok?" she deiced that what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him and even if she did say she wasn't a relative they would only phone Rory and Lorelai didn't want that. Trying her best not to look guilty the doctor continued to describe Lorelai's condition. "She should be ok, she lost a lot of blood but we managed to repair the artery but she did suffer some damage to her tendons and will need physical therapy." It was like the best news that Sookie had ever heard and she wanted to hug the George Clooney looking doctor standing in front of her. "Thank god." Sookie managed through her happy tears with a small smile.

"Of course its standard procedure to see a psychiatrist after a suicide attempt so she will need to make an appointment once things have settled down." Sookie nodded slightly relieved that Lorelai was going to be able to talk to someone now and the doctor turned to leave before turning the corner and heading back where he had come from he stopped short and looked back to Sookie and happily said "oh and she didn't lose the baby."

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