The ringing in my ears was infuriating. Really infuriating. It was constant and it refused to leave me alone. Alone? Where the hell was I?

I must have survived. I must look so stupid. I let everyone down, and now I have to deal with the aftermath. Are my arms broken? Can I still stand up? Will I be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life? Too many questions, but no answers.

I opened my eyes, although it was a struggle, and I noticed that I was lying in a hospital bed. All my limbs were still intact, that was relieving. By my side, I had Jenna and Phoenix waiting, Jenna in Phoenix' arms. I didn't know what to say. They musn't have not noticed my eyes opening. I decided to ask the one question I had on my mind.

"Does my parents know?" My voice was tired, it felt as if I hadn't slept for a day.

"Oh my god, Iris!" Jenna almost screamed, and she teared up. She almost threw herself at me and gave me a huge hug. "Promise me you won't ever try and kill yourself again!"

I sat up straight in the bed, still not letting go of Jenna. Being able to sit up was a good sign, right? "I promise. I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did it. I guess Andy appearing just triggered me. I zoned out, and all I could think of was how I wanted to end it all."

"Too answer your questions, no, your parents do not know. I guessed you didn't want them to know, since they've never known about Andy. I wasn't gonna tell them, unless you died."

"Thank you. That is just what I needed. Can we just pretend this never happened? Did I break any bones?"

"No." A nurse informed me. "You were very lucky to have a lawn underneath. You suffered a light concussion, which kept you passed out for a night, but it's fine by now."

Please don't let anyone else know about this.

"Anyways, we need a guardian to sign you out from the hospital, miss...?"

"Ferguson." Jenna filled in for me. I was surprised but trusted that Jenna knew what she was doing.

"Iris Ferguson? Is that correct?"

"Yes, miss." I answered as she left the room.

"Jeremy is on his way. He's 18, so he can sign you out."

"You don't have to do all this..."

"Oh yeah, I do. I'm your best friend, remember?"

I pulled her into a tight hug, and I couldn't help but thinking what Andy was doing right now.

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*Andy's P.O.V.

I was lying down, staring at the ceiling, as I exhaled a cloud of smoke from my mouth. The smoke created a haunting atmosphere in the room, reminiscent of the eerie moonlight in which I found Iris that night in the park. A tear fell down my face. Iris.

I had in seconds gone from being the second choice to the 7 billionth again. All because of Ashley, the things he said. I didn't even know if she was dead or alive at this point, and by god did I not want her dead. Iris might be gone forever, and it would all be because of a stupid game.

The thing is; it wasn't a game. It was love.

At first, I just needed a shoulder to cry on, and I decided to use the one person who I knew would always be kind. I had never met such a nice soul. Too bad I had treated her so badly. I didn't need her to trust me, I just needed someone to talk to. But she herself was even more broken than I was.

Then I realized she was beautiful. Not only on the outside, although the way she looked was far above my aestetic standard. She had a beautiful soul.

She was attached to me, but afraid to trust me. I was attached to her, and I trusted he with all my heart. The second she leaped off that roof, I wish I would have gone with her.

These past few days, I had totally forgotten about Lexi. And after the night I spent with her I was convinced that it would be us. Me and Iris, together. Guess I was wrong.

I had been smoking the very last cigarette I had in the house, and after a while I had to put it out. It left me restless, being able to do nothing but stare at the phone, hoping she might would want to text me. But now, when I was her last choice, I guess I just had to keep staring.

A text showed up, and I immediately threw myself on the phone, quickly realizing that it would in no way be her texting me. To much surprise, I was wrong.

"I'm okay."

My hands almost typed quicker than I could think. "Where are you?"

The response came a few seconds later.

"At home. Come over?"

I immediately jumped of the bed and rushed to the car.

Notes

Okay, I had told myself to try not writing a chapter in anyone's point of view but Iris, but I guessed there was no use anymore. It would be hard to continue this story without something in Andy's p.o.v.

Don't really know what to think about this chapter, but I am quite satisfied with it, even though my thoughts were kind of blocked for a while. I think the next chapter will be quite a lot of Iris' thoughts...but I'm not sure.

Thanks to the positive comments and all the views. 2000+ views? This is getting crazy!

Not gonna stay up super-late this time, so this will be the last update for tonight. I guess there will be a few more tomorrow though. Cheers!