I'm not letting go

everyone needs that one friend that is always there to help you through the hard times even when it means they get hurt too

Monica loved a good party just as much as the next collage kid but never more that she loved her best friend Scott. They had known each other since they were three, and even though they weren't inseparable they would still do anything for each other. Monica started to worry about Scott after he began to shut her out. On day he was the happiest person in the world then he slowly started to go down hill. She didn't know what to do. she tried talking to him, but he just kept changing the subject or would not say one word to her. She even went as far as telling his mother what was going on, but he soon just shut everyone out. Today was Scott's birthday and Monica was on her way to Scott's dorm after she got back from the store. She was carrying a large gift bag in one hand while she answered her phone with the other, it was Scott's mother, she was planning a surprise party for him later that night.
“ hello, Mrs. dune.” Monica said as she hit the talk button on her Samsung
“ hello, Monica dear, are you still coming to the party to night?” she answered
“ well of course, I'll be there as soon as you want me there, I wouldn't miss Scott's 21st for the world.” a smile was on Monica's face as she finished the call and hung up. Mrs. dune had been her 9th grade history teacher and a role model to Monica since her mother died in a fire when she was seven. Monica adjusted her backpack so it wouldn't fall as she knocked on Scott's door. She stood there for a bit then knocked again. This time she heard rustling and something banged against the door causing her to jump. The door opened and there stood Scott. He looked drugged out, and she couldn't help but feel bad. She wondered more now than ever what had happened between them that made him feel like he couldn't tell her what was wrong. She walked inside quickly and set the gift bag down. She walked Scott over to the couch and sat him down as she removed her backpack and set on the floor next to her. Monica lifted his arms and looked for any needle marks and when she found none. She lifted his chin and looked at his nose to see that there was white powder. She let go of his head and gave him a knowing look. Scott refused to meet Monica's eyes, but it didn't help any, soon the tears began to fall. He knew she felt responsible for him and that she loved him to death and was worried about him. She couldn't take his tears. As tough as she wanted to be on him for turning to drugs she knew all too well that it would only push him farther away from her. Monica used to have a twin sister, she committed suicide when they were seventeen, and she saw the all too familiar signs in Scott. Soon her tear began to fall as well and she hugged him as tight as she could. She loved her friend and it would kill her if she were to lose him.
“ Scott what's going on, why are you doing this to yourself.” Monica said through her tears
“ it's nothing, Mo, I'm just working through some s**t.” he replied as he pushed her away
“ that's bullshit, Scott, I know better than that somethings eating at you and you're letting it.” she reached for her pack and pulled out a bottle of jack. “ you know this was suppose to be for you, but now I don't know if I should give it to you seeing as you started using coke.” there was a long pause. “ you seem to forget my twin went through the same s**t, I know the signs of someone thinking about killing themselves, I also know it takes a lot to get you even close to that, so what's eatin at you?” Scott leaned back on the couch and reached to pull Monica to him. She gave in and settled in his side with the jack between them. Even though they both had someone they were with, this was a usual thing that happened when ever they hung out. Monica rested her head on Scott's shoulder. “ I don't want to lose you Scott, you mean to much to me.” he laughed and pulled her closer.
“ so what I can't die till you do, Mo.” he looked down at her
“ exactly or you can die with me.” she laughed. Scott kissed her forehead as his phone rang. It was his mother asking him to stop by the house around six that night. Monica and Scott enjoyed their time together and shared some laughs in the two hours they had before they had to leave. It was like everything was right again, even though she knew it was far from OK.
They went to the party and stayed till two in the morning before they went back to Scott's dorm for the night. It wasn't uncommon for Monica to stay the night, she even had her own tooth brush there, but it had been a while since she had done such a thing. She slept on the couch and Scott slept in his bed in the next room. She couldn't sleep, she had this terrible feeling in her gut about that night and she forced herself to stay alert. She dozed off at about six in the morning, but only a half an hour later she was awoken by the sound of something falling in the bathroom. She got up and ran to find Scott lying in a pool of his own blood. He had sliced both his femoral and corarted artery she tied a towel tightly above the gash on his leg and applied pressure to the one on his neck. She called for an ambulance and waited for them to arrive. It seemed like an eternity, and her tears flowed and mixed with the blood both on her clothes and the floor.
Scott squinted when he woke. The sun was overly bright and the bed he was on was rock hard. He didn't know where he was but knew he was still alive. He felt like crap for deciding to do that when Monica was there but never for trying. He ran his fingers through his long brown hair and let it fall back to his side only to realize that they were tangling in the long blonde hair of his best friend. She was asleep with her head resting on the side of his bed. He smiled, he was happy she was there but also it saddened him. After everything he put her through she had, and always would be, there for him. He hit the call button and a nurse walked in and unhooked him from some of the equipment, but left his iv hooked up. It wasn't long before Monica woke up and Scott pretend to be asleep still. She stood and brushed his hair from his face. “ I wish you would wake up.” she said and she turned to leave, a tear slowly began to form in her eye.
“ as you wish.” he said quoting her favorite movie he opened his eyes and scooted over on the bed and patted the vacant area next to him. “ come, sit down Mo.” she did as she was told and soon she was curled up into his side just like always, which wasn't really hard considering that he was 6'8”and she was a mere 5'2”. he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “ I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mo.” that's when her tears started to flow.
“ I thought I had lost you, like I lost lily.” he just held her closer. “ why?” she asked
“ I was going through some s**t and just like it was the only option anymore. I found out that I was a failed abortion, I was adopted, my father is cheating on my mother with my girlfriend, and along with that the only reason I'm on the soccer team is my girlfriend is blackmailing my coach, now I'm off the team because she left me, so yeah.” he was zoning out as she took all of that in. then she said something quite unlike herself.
“ I'm gonna hurt her for what she did to you.” Scott looked down at Monica and started to laugh.
“ you aren't going to hurt her, she isn't worth it.” she looked up at him and smiled.
“ fine, then i'll just hurt her in my mind.” Scott laughed even harder.
“ never change Mo, please don't ever change.”

Author's Note

i was thinking about making this part of a larger story but i havnt quite decided so let me know what you think