They hooked Jacob up to an oxygen machine and they were using all of these tools to make his heart start working again or something. I was thinking about becoming a doctor one day and I didn't even know what they were doing to him. I kept saying the same thing over and over again in my mind. Jesus help him, Jesus help him, Jesus help him. The doctor kept asking me to leave but I didn't even realize it.

"You see him, and You hold the future. Help him Lord. He needs You! Let him live. Heal his body and make him whole again. Help him. Only You, Lord, can start his heart again, and only You can put breath into his lungs!" I started praising God while nurses and doctors were trying to pull me out of the room. The heart monitor thingy started beeping again and then it started making those "mountains" which meant Jacob was breathing. I started thanking the Lord.

"Thank you, Jesus!" and that's when I was ushered out of the room. When I was released by the man that pulled me out of the room, I wandered back to Arlene's room. She was awake again. I sat down in a chair in the corner and just stared at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Jacob almost died." I said, grinning sarcastically.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" she mumbled, looking around the room like she was trying to find something.

"What?" I said.

"It's my fault, everything is my fault!" Arlene started crying. I ran over to the hospital bed.

"Arlene, it's not your fault. Jacob is fine now. He's breathing, and the doctor is taking care of him. Just calm down." I hugged her.

"It is my fault!" she argued.

"No, it's not. Jacob was drinking and driving. I know you probably didn't drink, and you probably tried to make him let you drive, even if you don't know how, because you knew it would be safer. Don't blame yourself. It's Jacob's fault, really." I replied. She started crying even harder but she didn't say anything else. "Honey, it's okay. You're gonna be fine, okay? We'll just tell everyone the truth and you won't get in trouble." I said, trying to calm her down. She kept crying. I didn't really know what to do, so I just hugged her and tried to calm her down. She finally stopped crying, and I got to ask her some questions.

Arlene's POV

"Bobby, I honestly don't remember that much of what happened." I actually remembered a lot of stuff from that night that I wish I didn't remember. I wish that sentence I said could've been true, but I was just really unlucky tonight...

"Just tell me what you remember." Bobby tried to persuade me to tell him exactly what happened.

"Okay," I replied. "Jacob was drinking and he tried to get me to, but it was my first time so I only took a sip because I was too scared to drink much more than that. I tried to get him to stop drinking on his fifth bottle, but he just wouldn't listen. So, I finally convinced him to leave and as we started to leave the house, Jacob was acting rude and I was too scared to ask for the keys. He tried to drive me home but we crashed into the rail and went over the bank. Jacob flew out the window of the car, and in case I didn't mention earlier I couldn't make him put his seat belt on, and I blacked out because my head kept hitting the roof of the car as we were going down the bank. I don't remember anything else." not one single part of that paragraph was true, yet I couldn't convince myself to tell the truth about it.

"I'm sorry my best friend's an idiot." Bobby replied. I was the idiot.

"He's just a 'party animal,' he's not a complete idiot." I said. It made me feel bad about Bobby calling him that since Jacob didn't do anything wrong. I remembered that night plain as day, and I regret every second of going to that party.

I was going crazy with the beer. I acted as if I had been drinking it my whole life. Every one else was drinking it, so at the time, I was thinking hey, why not. Time flew by when I was drinking, that I don't remember much of what happened before the part when Jacob tried to get me to stop drinking.

"Arlene, I think you're overdoing it, you should just leave it at that now." Jacob insisted.

"Move out of my way, loser," I pushed him away and started walking towards the beer again. The drink now had control over me.

"Arlene, we're leaving. Give me the keys." Jacob grabbed my arm.

"I'm staying," I laughed in his face. Everything was getting blur, but I didn't care. I felt cool, and I felt like nothing could stop me now. I was on top of the world. I grabbed another beer and opened it. Jacob was trying to take it from me, but I spilled it on his shirt.

I was too ashamed to think about it anymore, so I persuaded myself to sing a song, and Bobby randomly started singing with me.

"Well, I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now, gotta make it to Heaven somehow. Though the devil tempts me and he tries to turn me around. He's offered everything that's got a name, all the wealth I want, the wordly fame. If I could still I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now." I started crying at the end of the song, because I once traded my salvation for the world. Everything kept making me so ashamed of myself.

"Arlene, what's wrong?" Bobby asked.

"I lied, Bobby, I lied. I remember so much of it, I just want to forget it." I confessed. I looked at Bobby's shoes, but wouldn't dare look up at his face.

"You lied about what, Arlene? Tell me." he replied curiously and confused.

"I'm gonna throw up," I ran to the toilet in the corner of the room behind the curtain. All of the beer and everything I ate that night came running out of my mouth and splashing into the toilet. I probably wouldn't have thrown up until I started thinking about everything that happened tonight. Thinking about confessing made me nauseous.