Into oblivion

Mute

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"Hey" I whisper, placing his head carefully onto my lap "you're okay now" pushing away my tears I start wiping away some of the blood that's covering his face, but there's just so so much.

"You're not seriously lying to me while I'm dying are you?" he chuckles but immediately stops to cough, blood slip past his swollen lips and it's as if everything else has decided to go to shit right after because his breath seizes. My heart stops right there but then out of no where he lets out a raspy breath, his body vibrates at how rocky it is but there's a pulse, he's alive.

"Don't be an idiot Max you're not dying" I breath out in shock trying to change the topic so that he doesn't think about it, or more so that I don't think about it.

"Well shit could've fooled me because it feels like it" his face turns into a grin and I try to give it back but I can't and he notices "it's okay Mia, it's okay I promise"

"No it's not" I shake my head letting the tears flood out "it's not fair"

"It never is sweetheart" coughing again he reaches for my hand and I give it to him "you think you can wait with me?" his eyes are no longer on mine, I dont even think he can see at this point.

"Of course" I sob holding his head up. Slowly his grip on me begins to loosen and my heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest, his chest only slows as the seconds pass by but my brain carries on thinking of ways I can save him, but there's none. I don't know what to do, what do I do!

There's no time, no help, no fucking anything just like how it was with my mom. I couldn't save her and now i cant save him.

Except we're in a hospital, so maybe there could be something, anything that could save him.

"Max hang in there for a second longer" setting his head down off me I sprint up running into a room, I reach for draw after draw, ripping them open looking for nothing and yet something in particular. Then I spot it a glove and a pen, with that safely in my tightly squeezed hand I begin my search for one more thing "where the fuck are you" there's bandages and plasters and- THERE. I run back finding Max shaking "don't you dare Max I swear to god" I drop the stuff near him as I run back finding the steriliser that I saw on the desk and a rubber band on the floor. Finally having all that I need my knees buckle as tear his shirt in half, my hands shake as the fabric tears unwillingly but the heat is far easier to ignore than loosing him, loosing Max.

I've never done this in my entire life and this could very much kill him instantly, but he's already dying. The only difference is, if I fuck this up, I'll be the one killing him.

I drown everything including him with steriliser, and it's then that the small pocket knife slowly cuts into his pale skin, digging itself in just above his chest where that small dip is. I cut in deep enough to where I need it, till where I think it's needed before grabbing the pen and snapping it in half with one hand. I hold the knife steady as I wrap a fragment of the glove onto the empty pen, finishing it with a rubber band that I tie to the knife. Only then do I actually breath, only then does my head stop feeling like it's on flames.

"Max listen to me, I'm sorry" I whisper against him "I'm sorry" everything goes eerily silent, not a single noise comes to me. I can barely even feel my own heart beat at this point as I stare at the lifeless corps in front of me, a corpse that once possessed such a beautiful soul. I've just lost my only fucking friend because I couldn't save him.

A massive deep breath being sucked in sends me jumping into high alert as his hands begin drastically grabbing onto me "Max Max hey stop-" his eyes are bloodshot, pupils massive making it look like they're just black but the pen works.

"Mia?"

"Don't talk just please, keep fucking breathing" his body slowly stops shaking and his breathing evens as he calms himself down. The glove inflates and deflates helping him breath and I honestly cant believe it worked, I can't believe he's alive.

"I can't believe my fucking eyes" a voice echoes towards me from the other end of the long collider.

Without hesitating I lift my gun dropping Max's hand. My chest caves in from who that voice belongs to when I do meet her eyes. I can't help but lose my oxygen for the thousand time again today.

"What's wrong Mia, you look like you've seen a ghost"

"Mia?" Max whispers, but I've completely gone numb. She's standing there, right there, her hair is no longer brown its black. Black leather pants hug her short legs making her look taller than she is, unless she has actually grown but then again I wouldn't know. A bullet proof vest that's a size too big sits on her chest but what throws me off is the gun that's pointed straight at me.

"Well, nothing to say to your little sister then?" she chuckles pushing her short hair away from her face "rude seeing as you left without saying much either"

My grip on the gun has tightened as I can't take a full lengthy breath. It feels exactly like it used to when I was having panic attacks back at home, but this isn't about me, this is about Max who needs help. So pushing each and every thought out of me head I swing my gun to the side getting ready to somehow move Max.

"Move and I put a bullet in your friends skull bitch"

I stop moving and look at Max whose confused more than ever but I hope he knows that I won't let anything happen to him.

"Throw your guns over to me"

"You've gone even more stupid since I last saw you if you think that I'd ever do that" pissing her off isn't the best idea but if I wanted her dead, she'd be dead.

"Ah so she does speaks and here I thought you'd gone mute or something, you know, like from all the trauma you had to go through in that sad sad life of yours" taunting me was always her favorite game and with the same smile on her face as last time I realise she hasn't changed one bit.

I look down to Max one more time but he just moves his eyes behind me, for a moment I think there might be someone else there and that I'm cornered, until he smiles and I realise that it's not just 'someone'.

It's Nicholas.