"Calm down, ma'am. Are you near him?" the woman said in a calm voice.
"Shit!" she ran back to his room. "Now I am!"
"Okay, can you tell me what kind of pills are in the bottle?" she asked.
"Uh.. it says they're antidepressants…" Carly said unsurely.
"Is he breathing? Is his heart beating?"
"Yes, but it's slow. His breathing is slow too."
"Okay, we have your location from this phone call. Stay where you are, we are sending paramedics right now. Please stay on the line." Carly stayed quiet. She stared at her brother. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She lied down next to him; putting her head on his chest. She listened to his barely beating heart.
"Was this my fault?" she thought to herself. She felt so horrible. Carly stood up and looked around his room. Looking for a clue. "Has he left anything behind? A note?" she thought. She looked through his things, throwing clothes and junk all over. She heard footsteps, it must have been the paramedics. She turned around, and it was Sam and Freddie.
"What happened?!" screamed Sam.
"Can you two please leave? Please!" Carly yelled with tears running down her face. Sam and Freddie turned around and walked out of the room. They didn't want to bother Carly when she was in this state. They went to Freddie's apartment next door.
"What do you think is going on?" Sam asked.
"I don't know…" said Freddie holding back tears. "Hey Sam, do you think you can just go back home? I have homework to do, and I'm busy,"
"Sure, Fredward. See you later!" Sam said punching his arm. Freddie grabbed his arm. Then he waved and smiled. He turned around, and that is when the tears came. They flowed down his face like a river. He ran to his room, and he locked the door. He fell onto his bed; his body felt heavy. He didn't want to get up. He opened the drawer next to his bed to grab his antidepressants, but they were gone. He was confused, but then it hit him. It hit him right in the heart. He broke down more. He was in the fetal position under the covers.
The paramedics took Spencer to the hospital. They told Carly he would be fine. They assured her she could see him tomorrow. She sat on the couch and stayed there. She didn't move for a while. She thought, "how could Spencer do this to himself?" She got up to get some water, and walking to the kitchen she saw a plate on the table. It had a piece of paper on it. She picked it up, and read:
Carly,
I know you're mad at me. I know you probably hate me, but you don't understand what I was going through. I told myself I would never tell you this, but here it goes. When I was a kid Dad always told me I could tell him anything. I always had weird feelings for the opposite sex. I never liked girls. I told him I liked boys, and he beat the daylights out of me. I had bruises, I have scars. He told me to never say that again. The day I saw Freddie, I knew I wanted him. We've always had this secret relationship. I never wanted to tell anyone, but I knew he did. I'm sorry for what you saw. I never meant to hurt you. You're all I have left. I don't have Freddie. You're the only person who I think still loves me. I never felt this alone or hopeless since that day with Dad. I love you, and I hope you can understand this. I don't want to live. I can't live without Freddie or you. When you walked out the other day. I knew I couldn't make it. I knew I couldn't go on without both of you. This was a decision I had planned for a while, and now that I'm going through with it. I love you, baby sis.
Love,
Spencer.
Carly put her hand over her mouth. She cried more, the paper was full of water spots. She screamed. Her face was red. She dropped the paper and ran to her room. She got in her bed, and curled up into the fetal position. She broke down. She didn't know that just across the hall the same thing was happening the Freddie.
Spencer woke up in the hospital. It was blurry. He couldn't move. He saw the needles in his arms, and saw a nurse walk in.
"Hello, Spencer. I'm glad you're finally awake!" she said in a friendly voice.