I'm Not Okay, I Promise. |Second Part To 'Stay With Me'| Adopted By Frank Iero

Waking Up

I looked back at the door and then at them. I needed to get out of here, we were only a couple blocks away from dad, and I knew the way home.

I walked towards the door. I opened it slowly but fast enough not to make any noise. I didn't close it all the way so it wouldn't make noise. I had gotten out, now to get to my home in the dark.

I ran down streets and streets.

This was my fault, I should have been there to help him. I can handle it. I swear I can.

After about twenty minutes I was standing in front of my house. It was dark except for the bathroom light that shinned through the darkness of the skyline. I took the key from under the mat and unlocked the door.

"Dad! Dad, I'm home!" I yelled. No response. I ran upstairs. The bathroom door was closed. Along with all the other doors in the house. Strange.

I looked around. I entered his bedroom, no sign of him. I went to the kitchen, but no one was there either. I ran back upstairs.

"Dad!" I called. No response still. I tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked.

"Dad, open the door," I yelled. Still silence.

I slammed my body against the door. It wouldn't budge. My side ached. I banged my body again. Still nothing. I ran back to my room and threw shit everywhere.

Eventually finding a Bobby pin. I smiled.

I ran back to the bathroom and picked the lock open. I sighed as the door opened.

"Dad?" He was slumped over the bathtub. He still didn't answer. Oh my God, he was unconscious. I slid the floor.

"Dad!?" I asked again. I was hopeless.

I turned him to face me. He had pills in his hands. Round white pills. I gasped. Tears pricked at my eyes.

He was trying to kill himself.

"No, no no no please God no. Not now, no please." My hands shook as I fidgeted with my phone. I stopped. If I called 911, they'd take me from him.

I moved my hand to his neck, there was no pulse. Tears started flowing down my eyes.

"Oh, my god." I shook as I dialed 911.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"  A man asked.

"It's my dad. He doesn't have a pulse and he's hunched over the bathtub and I dunno what to do please God helps me." My words were rushed.

"Okay calm down for me. Can you tell me you're name?" The man asked.

"I'm Ash. Please just help me!" I yelled getting angrier.

If I was here this would have never happened. Now they'd take me again.

My hands shook. The man's voice went fuzzy. Was this a dream?

--Ash--

Dad.

I woke up. In the hospital bed, why was I in the hospital bed?

"Dad?" I called out. No one answered.

A doctor came running.

"She's awake!" A nurse yelled out.

"Thank goodness." The doctor sighed. "We almost lost you there kiddo."

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You woke up."