**** Thank you guys for your wonderful comments last chapter. Specfically on the topic of suicide. Some of you shared you've had these thoughts. My loves I have to admit that I have too, when life got really tough. But what I learned was this, no matter how hard it rains in your life, the law of nature says the sun has to come out one day. Just stay hopeful until you reach the sun. God hasn't forgotten about you. While you're trying to figure it out, he's working it out. Don't take a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Love you guys from the bottom of my heart. Keep your heads up if you going through it.
If you haven't seen Aug's FML video. It has a wonderful message about suicide. It's in the M/M along with a pic of Nate.
Below are a few comments from people that resignated.
__childsplay Suicide is not the answer and when u feel like thats when u wait on God cause he has someone special for u
Poetic_Justice1 I can honestly feel my eyes watering at my past experiences with suicide.
Why is that we as humans always think of that.
That poor child, I shall be praying for him. To my other prayer warriors I look for the same from you.
AMBER P.O.V. –
I had spent the last two days in the hospital with Nate. I called his father to tell him what happened, but he said that if he was idiotic enough to make such a stupid decision, he should be left to face the consequences alone.
After getting off the phone with August that night, I had a taste for another drink. I went downstairs to find Nate had fallen to the floor. I quickly dialed 911 and they came and got him. The doctors were able to pump his stomach to remove the pills and save his life. Had I not come down there, he would’ve been dead.
The doctors released him and he was now put on bed rest. I gave him the bed and took the couch. Since neither of his parents even tried to come visit, I was the only one left to take care of him.
I felt so bad for Nate though. It was all over the news and in the papers. Aug, Tanya, My mom, Stac, Cha, all called me to make sure everything was okay. And that I was I okay. Because of course they saw me on television leaving and entering the hospital with Nate, I reassured them that I was.
Nate hadn’t said much since the incident nor would he eat. I had let him have his pity party, but this was it.
“You’re not about to sit in darkness all day.” I whipped open the blinds letting the sunlight bathe the room.
“Close the blinds.”
“No.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “Here’s some soup. You need to eat something.”
“I’m not hungry.” He gave me an evil look .
“Whether you’re hungry or not, you’re going to eat. You can’t go without eating Nate.” I dipped the spoon in the vegetable soup, and held it to his mouth.
He looked at it, then at me.
“Eat.” I said through clenched teeth.
He sat up and ate the soup.
“I’m not going to feed you. You’re alive and you’re not cripple.” I handed him a tray with the soup on it and put it in his lap.
“Why are you still sitting here?” He pouted.
“Because I’m not leaving until you finish eating everything in that bowl.”
“You’re not my mother.”
