Ringing woke me from my beauty sleep. As my eyes peered open, I grabbed my phone off my nightstand. Placing my phone against my ear, I sit up at wails from the other side.
"Mia?" I asked.
"Anna," my longtime friend cried. "Andrew is in the hospital,"
"What?" My heart stopped. The room I slept in distorted. There I stood in a hospital hallway. My stomach sank as I stare into one of the many rooms along the hall. Mia sat at Andrew's bedside on the floor. Arms splayed on the man lying on the bed. Face hiding within the blankets, refusing the truth. Her muffled cries drowned out my thoughts.
Before I knew it, I crawled toward her laying my hand on her shoulder. "It was alcoholic poisoning," she whimpered. My eyes squinted shut, and my nose scrunched. I should have known better.
They widen at her shrieks. Startled, I stumble backwards. Maya ran out the room. I was left alone with a motionless Andrew and the beeping sound of his life support.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Where is Mia? Why did she leave? Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyes searched the room and scoured the walls for answers. Beep. Beep. Beep. I counted the seconds.
Then silence. Water began streaming from my eyes, as my face contorted. Screams echoing.