Do you remember that day? It was just like the others. I had been drinking as usual, the strongest liquor that i could find i grasped by the bottle. My words quickly growing soft and quiet, and my eyes fading to match it's dull tone of gray. But this time it was an entirely different wonderland. This time i threw a few pills into my personal plane crash, just to help the pilot nose dive into ice cold waters. I threw back my head and chased away the co-pilots it with swig after swig. Their cautious helpful voices faded away and with each drink the engines went further and further into failure. They sputtered and died one after the other, my legs began to wobble and soon enough my head was swimming in ice cold salt waters.
I remember some of that day, though your memory probably holds up better than mine. I had a first class seat to the crash, the chaos was so close i couldn't make sense of any of it. But you could see everything that took place. You saw the gas masks fall from the over head compartments, you saw me trip into a different person. One you had never known before. I remember Brian's car, racing down the waters way to get me to the hospital in time. He sat there silently driving the ambulance. Every now and then he'd say something to you, but you would just mutter. You were too busy in the back seat with me. Taking my pulse, listening to the ramblings i would later be told about. I had never seen so much hurt in your eyes, you feared my suicidal plane crashes more than anybody in that car did. Brian would shake his head, and Robby would look out the window to avoid my sadly hopeful gaze.
"Don't worry," i told you, "god will save me Chance. He'll save us all, i have faith in him Chance he'll save me he will." The pills took to their job now clinging to my vocabulary, pulling the old dusty unused words off the shelves. You played along and reassured me, "yes..i know honey..". I don't remember much of the next part, but Robby tells me you were more worried about my health than ever. Your eyes carefully searching my body for signs of seizures and broken bones. I put myself in your lap and muttered that he would save me soon, that all i needed was to have faith.
I think that day is when you decided to save me. I think that you looked into my pathetically optimistic eyes and saw a drowning girl. Gasping for air, begging to be saved from the chaotically burning plane. You realized that i needed to be saved, and that god wasn't coming anytime soon. You picked up the needle and stitched up my wounds all by yourself. Carefully restricting my arms, you strapped me down to keep me from clawing at my newly put stitches. I wildly swung and grabbed onto the nearest thing possible, catching your necklace was a mistake of my unguided arms. I remember you holding me tighter than ever, saving me from myself.