Ethan was standing out side Brandons room. He waited and waited... Once he even started walking away,but after a few steps he came back. I would never imagine him this way. He was always calm and collected,and now he is freaking out. After a while, he finally knock on his doors. There was no response. He knocked again. Still no response.
"Oh,fuck this." he said as he opened the doors anyway. I moved a bit closer so I could see what was going on in the room. I saw Brandon laying on the bed with a glass of water next to him and a bunch of empty packets of pills and meds. ... Did he.. just.. Shit. I ran to his room, where Ethan was standing speechless.
"Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?! Grab his legs, I'll grab his hands!" I yelled and he was still standing there. Motionless.
"Are you crazy?! We need to take him to the doctors!" he finally moved and nodded. We took him to the first floor, where the doctors were. They told us we need to leave the room that Brandon was in. We listened and moved away. While we were waiting outside, Ethan had a panic attack. He was sitting, he didn't move, he started sweating and he looked at one tile on the wall the whole time.
"Ethan, It's going to be okay." I said and he continued looking at one tile.
"I should of told him before It was too late." he said and I couldn't believe what he was saying.
Snap out of it man! He tried to kill him self 17 times! He survived all of those! And he will survive this time too!" I yelled and he still didn't move.
"Oh my lord, some guards were talking that Brandon was taken here because he tried to commit suicide? Is that true Mr. Ethan?!" Stella yelled while showing up out of nowhere. Ethan finally moved. He looked at her.
"Were you his girlfriend?" he asked with a cold voice he always had.
"Were? What do you mean, were?" Stella asked and then open her eyes wide.
"So it's true?! Oh my lord is he dead?!" she said while starting to cry.
"He is not." I said before Ethan could make the whole thing even more depressive.
"Thank god!" she yelled and hugged me.
"Not yet." Ethan added and Stella started shaking.
"Why do you hate Brandon so much?!" Stella asked while looking at Ethan.
"See, Helia? I hate him." I wanted to talk to him, to help him go over all this, but Stella was there. So I kept quiet.
"Mr. Ethan?" a doctor approached us.
"Yes?"
"The boy you just took here is alive. We got all the medications out of his sistem before It was too late. He will be just fine in about a week."
"Alright." Ethan said, stood up and started walking away.
"You don't want to talk to him?!" I yelled across the room. He just continued walking. He got scared.
"What the hell is up with your shrink?" Stella asked while sitting down on the place Ethan was in seconds ago.
"He is just a bit different. Plus he's going trough some ruff times." I said and she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, must be worse then almost dying."
"He's okay now,you heard the doc. Plus, do you maybe know why he tried killing him self?"
"We had a fight just now. He was mad that I didn't eat anything and I told him that he should quit trying to make me eat, because it's useless."
"I'm guessing he felt useless after that..." I said and she started crying.
"So are you saying it was my fault?!" she asked sadly.
"No, but next time, just eat the damn Turkey sandwich." I said and stood up.
"I'm vegetarian!" she yelled while I was walking away.
"You are not eating meat because you are not eating anything!" I yelled and she stopped talking. I went upstairs, to 'alive room'. I couldn't keep up with Stellas screaming and crying.
"You look upset." Flora said and sat down next to me.
"He sure does. He looks worse then I did after I tried MDMA. That shit was real' somethin'." Layla said and started laughing.
"It's not funny, maybe something serious happened." Flora added and looked at my eyes.
"So did it?" she looked really concerned.
"Yeah, Brandon tried to kill him self." everyone gasped.
"Why the fuck now?!Where is he?!" Riven asked as he stood up.
"With the doctors..." I had no energy to speak. Riven rushed out of there and ran to him.
"I'm commin' too." Musa said and ran with him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Flora asked when everyone left to see him.
"No need. I just want this day to end." I said, stood up and went to my room. I was laying on my bed, looking at the chandelier.
"This fucked up place is just too fucked up for me." I whispered to my self. The guy addicted to alcohol who punched the hell out of me, the crazy pink hair girl running around, the guy who cant speak, the girl who is talking about drugs all the time, the girl with huge mood swings who started a fight with me, the guy that thinks his body is a character that he is looking at, the girl making the fire in her sleep, a girl not eating even though she is already skin and bones, a shy girl who is scared of boys, and now a guy trying to kill him self for the 18th time. The gay shrink, the nice shrink, the crazy shrink, the angry shrink, the white haired shrink- too many shrinks! I already loved them all, but It was too much for me. I decided to run away. Soon.