The lighting was low. My heart pounded. I felt like my heart was in my throat. I tossed and turned to stop the numbness. It wouldn't go away. I couldn't fight the tears that brimmed my eyes. The tears, they just wouldn't stop. "Closed lips she was never one to kiss and tell..." My phone rang. What did she want? I let a heavy sigh escape my slightly chapped lips. "Hello." I tried to make is seem as though I was ok and not bawling like a little bitch. "A-Are you ok?.." Her voice was small and clearly concerned. I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want her to worry but it seemed like she always did. I kinda liked it but at times it got annoying when I wanted everyone to f off. "Yeah. Fine. " I snapped back at her on accident. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my dad's sweater. I wasn't trying to be an asshole. It just kind of happened. "O-Oh. Can I come over because I'm really worried about you..." Ruby stammered softly. She spoke quickly as if afraid of my answer. Now I really didn't care I just needed to do what I needed to do quickly. I Nodded as though she could see me. "Yeah. Sure." My replies seemed cold hearted but I didn't care. I slammed my ghetto filp phone shut and tossed it across the room. Running to the bathroom. The numbness needed to stop before she got here. Everything needed to stop spinning. I need to calm myself the only way I knew how. I rummaged through the bathroom trying desperately to find my razor. Sometimes it seemed like it was my only friend in this cruel world. The only thing to make everything ok for a few moments. The only thing to make everything stop. The world would stop spinning. My head would clear. It was.. ok. The numbness left as I watched the blood pour slowly from my wrists. Slit after slit. More blood poured as I pressed harder, harder, HARDER. I started to feel weak. My face flushed and all color disappeared as I stumbled back, hitting the door of the bathroom. Slowly I got up, blood was everywhere. On the floors. On the counter. "You slide, into bed as I get drunk..." My phone rang again loudly. I tried to make it. I just couldn't. My knees caved in and I fell onto the white carpet, staining it with blood as it slowly poured from my open wrists. I tried to cry out but before I could, everything went dark.
I busted through the door of his house. "DAMON?" No reply. I shot up the stairs, almost tripping, many of times. I couldn't find him in his bedroom, paren- blood. Blood was seeping in through the carpet. As my eyes wandered up I saw it. His body lay there stiff. His face flushed from any color. His eyes closed and he looked... peaceful. I could feel as my body dropped next to his. I brushed my thumb across his flushed cheeks. He had to be ok. This wasn't happening. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and quickly dialed 9-11. "Come quick! M-My friends just tried to kill himself.." I could slowly feel as tears ran down my cheeks, I felt my heart skip a beat as my head started to hurt. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cold forehead whispering softly. "Everything's going to be ok.." The tears that ran down my face his his forehead and ran down his cheeks. I couldn't take this. I was going to be sick. I kneed over the toilet and got sick over 7 times. Ugh. I looked around the bloodied bathroom. It made me sick again.
My eyes started to flutter open slowly as I looked around the strange room, the smell was stale, it smelled like bleach, and the room was cold. I could hear the faint sound of beeping.
Beep..Beep..
