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with my friend and I’d be damned if I didn’t leave here with what I wanted.
    “Give me the key to apartment 313 or I’ll tear through this place till I find it. Don’t you dare give me a hard time, Salvatore. The wrath that I can and will unleash on you will make your nightmares feel like a fantasy.”
    Salvatore ran his hand through his black Justin Beiber styled locks, never taking his eyes from mine. I could almost see the hamster wheel turning in his head as I waited.
    He knew me and was well aware that I was friends with Juliette. This was not an unlikely request, seeing as I was pretty much always there anyways.
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Saylor, but that is against regulations. I cannot do that.”
    “You can’t do that? Are you freaking kidding me?” I stuck out my pointer finger and stabbed him square in the middle of his chest, making sure to have his full, undivided attention. “You listen to me, and you listen to me good. My best friend, who I’ve grown up with, who’s been my only family since I was eight years old, hasn’t been heard from in over a month!” I could feel my temper hitting a new high but Salvatore never flinched, just continued to stare at me as if I was growing a second head or something. “What if she is lying dead or injured and you —” I poked him even harder than the first time, “—had the ability to help her but chose not to. It would be on your conscious, buddy. How could you even live with yourself?”
    I couldn’t care less that I was laying it on thick, but I was desperate. I hoped that I could appeal to his conscience, and as I’d expected, he caved like an avalanche under pressure.
    He reached over to the board behind his desk that hung all the apartment keys and grabbed one, then handed it to me. I took it from him, glaring right into his face as I turned to leave.
    “It’s about damn time.”
     
    ***
     
    I hadn’t imagined seeing what I saw when I stepped through Juliette’s apartment door. Though her apartment was usually a tidy mess, this was something different altogether.
    Trash lined every inch of the counter and tabletops—take out containers growing mold and attracting ants and other bugs. Clothes were strewn about the apartment floor and hanging over chairs and lamps alike.
    Pile after pile of used, crumpled up tissues sat atop the bed accompanied with various bottles of pills. I walked to the bed and picked up the bottles, only to notice that one was open and empty. The rest sat untouched.
    I couldn’t see Juliette in sight, so I walked to the bathroom and spotted her curled up on the floor. Unconscious.
    I panicked, expecting the worst as I rushed to her side, shaking her furiously over and over. “Juliette, God dammit. Wake up!” I was barely holding it together when her eyelids began to flutter open. “Oh! Thank God!”
    “Hey Say… Long time no see.”
    “Don’t you freaking long-time-no-see me, Jules! Where the hell have you been and why the hell haven’t you at least picked up the phone and said, ‘Oh Saylor, no need to worry, I’m not dead or anything. Talk to you in a month’? You are so freaking lucky that I love you or I just might’ve killed you.” I couldn’t keep the flood of words from spilling from my mouth. I was relieved she was okay, but my heart was still beating a mile a minute and it was all I could do to keep myself from freaking out even more.
    “I’m sorry, Say.” She sat up and rubbed her temples. “This was never about you. I just needed time. I hadn’t expected things with Beau to end so badly and I still feel like shit over it. All I can do is cry or sleep, and as of late, I’ve taken up residence on the bathroom floor because I can’t stop puking my guts out. I’m a mess, Saylor, and the last thing I wanted was to drag you into it too.”
    Her admission caused me to soften, I could see how much of a mess she was. Her eyes had dark baggy circles, and lines from the tile were indented on her cheek from