Jaces POV
I walk into my house to it being a little too quiet for my liking. "Elliot, Im home." I yell up the stairs. No one responds back. He might just be sleeping. I take off my boots and go up the creaky stairs to my room. I open the door quietly to see no one laying in my bed but Elliots phone. At least he didnt run again.
"El?" I say a little louder. I look all around my room, at my desk, at my dresser, Elliot is nowhere to be found. I walk over to the bathroom door to it being closed shut. I knock lightly on the door. "El its me Jace. You okay?" I figured he was in the bathroom.
"Im coming, I just want to make sure everything is okay." I open the door slightly and the door comes to a hault after opening a couple inches. I push against it and the door eventually opens and I see what it was stuck on. Elliots body.
I stand there in shock to the sight of him. He lays infront of me lifeless with a pill bottle in his hands. "Elliot...get up this isnt funny." I say with tears forming in my eyes. "Elliot. Cmon get up." I kick his side a little. I pick up the pill bottle and notice its completely empty. Holy shit he overdosed. I pick him up and lay him on me as I check his pulse and listen for him breathing. His pulse is barely going. I grab my phone and call 911.
I hear a tone and then the operator comes over the phone. "911 whats your emergency?" In the same old voice they always do.
"Yes my uh...friend overdosed and I dont know what to do." I say trying not to cry. I wasnt going to call him my boyfriend. Thats just weird to do!
"Okay. What did he overdose on?" She asks calmly.
"I DONT KNOW JUST COME TO MY HOUSE AND MAKE HIM LIVE!" I scream. Tears flow from my eyes.
"Okay, Calm down for me honey. Whats your address?"
I give her my address and she tells me to stay on the phone with her. She tries to tell
me to breathe but I feel like im suffocating. Hes gone. He has to be dead. I can hear the sirens down the street and I pick him up and bring him outside just as the first responders pull in my driveway.
A young man takes Elliot out of my hands and puts him on a stretcher. They immedietly start injecting him with meds and giving him oxygen. I hop in the back of the ambulance with him completely numb with one thing in my mind.
"Dont let him die. Not today. Not now."
One of the EMTs look up at me and ask me a question. "You said this was your friend, kid?"
"Yeah...We have been since kindergarten." I havent mentioned anything about our relationship. Is that bad?
"Ok. You did the right thing kid. Can I get your name?" The EMT asks but Im already zoning out. "Kid?"
I snap out of mt trance. "Uh- Jace."
"Alright. You okay?" He asks me as he scribbles on a clipboard.
"Yeah. Im okay." I say. He gives me a look and hops back in the front seat of the ambulance. I hear the driver EMT say something but I couldnt hear it. To be completely honest with you I didnt give a single fuck anymore. All I cared about was that if my...best friend was going to die or not.
As we come to a stop the back doors burst open and I see nurses taking the stretcher out of the ambulance. Just as they do Elliot opens his eyes. I hear him mumble something but everything was way to loud to be able to hear him. He says it again but this time a lot louder. "Let me die. Please." He says inbetween breaths.
He gets taken in the hospital as I watch him getting further and further away from me. Please dont die. It may not seem like it all the time but I love him. I really care about him. The only reason I act the way I act around him is because Im scared to get close to anyone. Elliots the only person ive ever gotten close to. But at the same time I fucking hate him. He always cuts himself when he has me. I really mean that little to him that he wants to kill himself and he dosent care? I cant believe him.
A sudden wave of anger comes over me. I'm not even sad anymore. What is wrong with me? I don't even realize i'm still crying. I wipe away my tears with my sleeve and walk cautiously into the hospital doors not knowing what to expect. I make eye contact with a receptionist that smiles bright and gestured me to come over. She seemed too happy to be in a building where people were dying everyday.
"Hello sir! Are you with the young man who just went back?" She says furrowing her brow.
"Uh...yes. Elliot?" I ask. I cant remember if I have them his name or not.
"Yes. Are you related to him at all?"
"No. We are just friends." The amount of times I've had to lie today is insane.
"Okay. Does he have parents or a guardian we can call?"
"No uh he doesn't have a good relationship with his parents. I'm here though. Is that not enough?" Obviously im not if he tried to kill himself even though he still had me.
"Unfortunately you are underage so we are going to have to call an Adult." She says clacking on her computer.
"Uh okay. You can call my mom."
I give her the number as she puts it into the computer and picks up the phone. I sit down in the lobby waiting anxiously for any word about Elliot. At this point he isn't my boyfriend. He's just there. I don't care anymore.