I'm Sorry Rocky

Chapter 8

              River walked out of his room to go grab a snack, but after only a couple of seconds he came back balling his eyes out, with no snack in hand other than a bottle of benadryl and another blade. He said that his parents told him that they are going to send him to a conversion camp where they "pray away the gay," even though River is trans not gay.

             As River slowly unscrewed the bottle lid, I knew I have to stop him, but I don't know how to without hurting him, or hurting myself, but honestly I care more about River than myself.

            I started to put my plan into action trying to pick up a toy and put it on his lap. I got him to screw the lid back on for a second, but after throwing it a few feet away he unscrewed the lid again, and started pouring a few into his hand. When I tried the same trick again he threatened me that he would lock me out of his room for the rest of the night. I knew that if that happened there would be no way I would be able to save him so I dropped my toy and whimpered softly.

               I soon came up with another idea, so I started walking towards him slowly, but trying to not look suspicious.
He noticed and yelled at me "you have done enough and need to stop!"

               I winced and the yelling and went to go sit in the corner for I have misbehaved and made my owner angry.
        
              River poured the pills back into the bottle after counting them "136, perfect." Then he grabbed a water bottle and unscrewed the lid, taking a tiny sip to quench his thirst.

            He soon started putting the pills in his mouth and swallowing them, starting off one by one and soon going up to three at a time. All I could do was  stare in silence in hopes that he would be ok.

            Then he pulled out the shiny metal thing which I have recently been informed that it is called a blade. He shakily glided the blade along his arm and as the silver turned to white, then turned to red, I knew he wasn't going to be ok.

             He layed there on the bed for a while as his arm started to leak more red than I've ever seen before. I got up and walked over to him, licking the tears off his face as his breathing started to waver. He shakily reached up and pet me one last time before it was his time to leave. As he began to gasp for air, seconds before he let out his last breath he managed to speak three last words. "I'm sorry Rocky"