Chapter 4

Frankie had been out the house a while now, and it was now 11:00pm and the summer sun had set, and the chill started to set in. She wandered the streets, just praying she'd find Connor in time. She decided to turn her phone on, and check with the others, and she had 21 missed calls, all from Mike, Gina, Blake, Elektra and Faith. Then there was one voicemail, from Connor. Her stomach sank, was she too late? She quickly returned her call to Mike.

"Hi Mike."

"Frankie!" Mike exclaimed "Where are you? You need to come home now."

"Mike, I'm not coming home without Connor." Frankie said sighing, not wanting to give up defeat.

"Frankie you shouldn't be out at this time, you have us all worried. We're phoning the police about Connor, but we thought you would've found him."

"Look, I'll find him Mike. I'll be home soon." Frankie lied, putting the phone down, feeling a surge of motivation and determination to find him. There was a river bank nearby, and Connor always found it calming, that was her next place to look, whilst checking the looming voicemail.

"Hi Frankie, I knew this would go to voicemail, you never pick up your phone." Connor said, sounding defeated. "If you get this, then I'll be gone. I can't live my life knowing I'm just like him, and I am. I can't go back, but truthfully, I don't want to. So, goodbye Frankie, you've been the best person anyone could possibly have in their life. I'll be okay, you need to be."

Frankie's head was spinning. She couldn't imagine her life without Connor, he was her strength, but she never knew he felt this way. She sprinted to the river, with tears streaming down her face, and she wasn't trying to stop them. When she got there, she saw Connor lying lifelessly on the ground with a pill bottle in his hand. Frankie's stomach sank as she ran over to him to see he was still breathing, just.

"Come on Connor, stay with me." Frankie sobbed, panicking. Her shaking hands quickly dialled for an ambulance, and she sat with him and held his limp hand, whilst holding his necklace in her other hand.

"Stay with me Connor, please." She said at a whisper, picking the note up he'd left. She put it in her pocket and she just sat taking deep breaths, hoping the paramedics would come soon.

When the paramedics arrived, they quickly loaded Connor into the back of the ambulance, and Frankie was allowed to go with them, and she sat in the ambulance as the sirens blared and she saw the paramedics trying many methods to get Connor to a stable condition.

Reaching the hospital, Connor was whisked away by a team of medics, and Frankie was told to wait in a waiting room. The room was boring, and had white walls, grey chairs, a few old magazines and a toy for very small children. Very few people were in the waiting room. There was a middle aged man holding some roses, a couple who were trying to entertain their small child, and an elderly lady, chatting to one of the nurses on the reception.

Frankie sat on a chair, quite far away from the other people waiting, and she ran various scenarios through her head, hoping Connor would pull through, and if he didn't. She hated the thought, Frankie knew she would just fall flat on her face if she were alone; she'd just do something outrageously stupid and end up in prison, or dead. Connor was like her guide, and she was his, and she felt as if she'd let him down, she should've been there.

She then felt the small piece of paper in her pocket and pulled it out, but decided not to read it. For all she knew, Connor could pull through, and she didn't want to give up on him. Not now, not ever.

"Francesca Willis, the doctor will see you now." A receptionist said, making Frankie realize how long she'd been sitting there, almost 2 hours, she must have dozed off for a bit.

Frankie walked to the doctor's office, where she was told to sit down, and she was preparing for the worst.

"Miss Willis, your friend Connor Adams has had an extremely large overdose of antidepressants."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"It's too early to say. We'll have to take each day as it comes at the minute. We're doing all we can."

"I understand, thank you so much." Frankie said, sighing to block away any tears.

"You can come and see him if you would like to." The doctor asked. Frankie nodded, she put on a lot of anti-bacterial products and she took a deep breath as she stepped into Connor's room, and her heart shattered. The constant eerie beeps of machines echoed the silent room, as Connor was on life support, with IV drips, and wires hanging from his lifeless body. It wasn't the sight Frankie wanted to see, but she edged closer, and just sat beside him.

"You always worry me you do." She said light heartedly, sighing. "I'm so sorry." She said wiping her tears away and got up to leave, she couldn't bear seeing him like that. She wandered out of the hospital, and the cold night air hit her hard, smacking any fatigue from her body in an instant, but she felt returning to the home wasn't going to be easy. Her phone had no signal and she had no money to get a taxi. She plodded along the road to walk the journey home, which could easily take an hour, possibly more by Frankie's walking speed. She didn't want to go back to normal life without Connor. She couldn't act as if everything was fine.

It was now almost 3AM and there was a slight drizzle, and Frankie was nearing the care home, sobbing silently, she wandered into the back garden and sat in the seats in the bushes and pulled out more cannabis and her lighter. She hated herself for this, Connor hated her doing it. But she needed to calm down, and it was the only way she knew how to. She put out her cigarette and walked to the door and entered it slowly, shutting it silently. She headed towards the office, where the light was on, but the office was empty, so Frankie grabbed a sheet of paper and left a note.

Dear Mike and Gina,

Just to let you know I'm home, without Connor. I know I've caused a lot of stress, but I couldn't have left it to the Police to find Connor, he definitely would've died if I had. I'm his best friend,

I'm sorry for everything

Frankie.

Frankie then plodded upstairs and into her room, but she couldn't sleep, even if her body was exhausted, her mind was running wild and she was worried, and evading sleep another night wasn't going to affect anything. Frankie just sat with her head resting on her knees and her fingers intertwined with Connor's chain, she couldn't cry anymore tears, she felt emotionally drained, and as if everything was quickly starting to fall apart.

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