Page 28 of Toxic Wishes
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she says as I slip out of the window, closing it lightly before bolting to the car and heading to Blake's house.
When I pull up to his house, it’s almost midnight. His car was in the driveway, and it was still running.
What the hell?
My stomach churned and my breathing accelerated. Maybe he is with another girl. Parking my car, I contemplate if I should leave and return home. I can’t bear to see another girl riding his dick, not when my emotions are already on edge. I try to look inside the windows to see if I can see any movement or another head, but I can’t. The car isn’t rocking or moving, so he’s clearly alone.
“Okay, here goes nothing,” I say to myself. I open my door and walk up to his car. When I look in the window, Blake is passed out.
“Fucking great.” I shake my head and storm off, but worry drags me to look back over my shoulder. Walking back to his car, I knock on the driver's window.
“Blake,” I say lightly. Then I tried to open it, but it was locked.
“Blake, hey,” I bang on the window louder.
“Blake!” I scream as I start pounding so hard on the window that I think I may break it. Panic sets in, and my hands begin to feel clammy as my heart pounds a mile a minute. I feel almost faint from the overwhelming thoughts and the possibilities of why he is not waking up. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Oh God, oh God. No, no, no.” I bang on it again, begging it to break with my fist. I try to open the door again, hoping it will miraculously open this time. It doesn’t. My palms are sore from how hard I pounded on his window.
“Fuck!” I scream out as I kick the door. I look around and start looking for a rock—anything to see if I can break the window open. I begin searching the ground when I see the lovely landscaping by the neighbor's entryway. Quickly jogging over to it, I grab a huge rock and run back to the car.
“C’mon, please be big enough to break open.” I run to the passenger's side and say a prayer as I practice a few throws, ensuring I won’t miss the window or hit his head and make things worse. When I feel confident enough that it will go through, I aim and shoot. Glass shatters everywhere, and I praise the Gods above before running to his car and unlocking the doors from inside. Glass is on the seat and all over like sharp crystals, but I couldn’t care less, as I sit down in the seat. My adrenaline was pumping through me so intensely that I could feel my veins pounding on my head. Other than that, I couldn’t feel anything. The only thing I noticed was Blake. He’s all I could see
“Blake, wake up. I need you to wake up.” I continue to smack his cheeks lightly.
“Blake,” I jerk him a little. “Blake, please.” My voice cracks, tears start forming, and one slips down my face. “Blake, please,” I say into the dark moonlight.
I check for a pulse on his neck, then his wrists, three times, and when the panic starts to wear off, dread kicks in, and I grab my phone from my back pocket and dial 911.
“This is 911, what’s your emergency?”
“Ya, Uh,” My voice cracks, and I suck in a sob so I can speak. My mind racing a million miles per hour. “I just checked on my friend, and he’s not breathing. He’s not waking up. He’s N-”
“Okay ma’m I need to ask you some questions so we can help your friend as soon as possible. Can you answer them for me?”
“Y-ya,” I say as a tear falls slowly down my cheek.
The ambulance starts asking a bunch of questions, but it becomes a blur in my head as I look at Blake’s face. He looks so pale, like he’s already a ghost. His head is tilted to the side, and from this angle, it appears as if he’s sleeping, but somehow, I know he will not wake up anytime soon. After the ambulance hangs up, I put my phone back in my pocket and searched for something, anything to tell me he took something, in hopes he didn’t, and maybe it’s not too late, and the ambulance can revive his heart, or perhaps they can just pump his stomach, and he’ll be fine. I look down and see that he’s still holding his phone in his hand. It was like he was about to call someone. I reached for it and took it from his hand. The movement made the phone light up, and my heart almost stopped when I saw who he was messaging.
11:11 pm. Abs, I wish it wasn’t me. I wish I didn’t have to fight this demon I carry inside. If I can get one kiss, just one last kiss, maybe your sweet venom will make the pain disappear instead of….
Tears started to stream down my face as I reread the unsent message written to me, over and over, until the tears blurred my vision.
“Ma’am,” a voice behind me shouts, and I jolt, dropping the phone to the floor. They open the car door.
“Is this Blake?” One of the paramedics says.
“Yes.” I scramble to my feet, pressing down on the broken glass underneath me as they carry him out of the car and place him on a gurney.
“We—we—” trying to find my words, I get to the point and tell them what they need to check for.
“I-I think he took something. I checked his pulse before you came. He wasn’t breathing, and I-” A hand is placed on my shoulder, forcing me to look at the male standing before me.
“It’s okay, ma’am. Were you with him when he took anything?”
“No-No. We were supposed to meet up, and-” My mind wanders off when I think about how different things could have been if I had gotten to him sooner. A jolt of pain hits me at once as if lighting came down to strike me for my sins. It’s my fault. I should have come sooner. I’m just like my mom, careless. Selfish.
“Ma’am,” the man’s voice brings me back to the horrid reality I’m in when I feel a trickle of rain start to come down.