Kyle woke up. He was dazed, confused, and in a hospital bed. Intense pain coursed his entire body, mostly in his head and chest. He felt weak, and turned his head to see his father talking to a man in scrubs. A plaque on the wall behind them said ICU.
“… too much hemorrhaging. We tried the blood transfusion,most of the bleeding is internal. He has just a little time left….”
His heart began to race. This was it…
“Kyle,” a voice called him from the opposite side. It was his brother.
“You heard that, right Lenny?” Kyle asked.
“Kyle, I’m so sorry, I was an ass-“
“Forget that. It’s over now. I forgive you.” He half laughed. “What were you supposed to do. Rob raised you that way. I need you to do something for me now, to make up for it.”
“What? Anything…”
“I need you to witness something.” The words were coming fast. He wasn’t sure how much time was left. “Do you have a pen and some paper?”
Lenny reached down into a dark red backpack, probably from college, and brought out a notebook and a black pen. Kyle grabbed them and scrawled as neatly and quickly as he could at the same time.
I, Kyle Jacob Summers, am going to kill myself. It is my choice to die, and I was not murdered.
“What time is it?” He asked Lenny, who pulled out his phone.
“Uh… 10:43.”
Kyle scribbled it down, next to the date, and signed his name.
“Do you still have your pocket knife?”
“Yeah… here,” Lenny reached into his pocket and withdrew the knife, handing it to his little brother. Kyle hardly had time to notice that Lenny was crying.
“I need you to co-sign this, saying that you’re a witness to me writing it,” Kyle said, handing the notebook back to his brother. “Don’t read it.”
“Don’t I have to, to witness it?”
“Lenny, I’m going to kill myself.”
“Wh-what?”
“I have to. Otherwise those kids will all be tried for murder. You need to sign that thing to prove that I really caused my own death, not them.”
“Kyle, this is insane-“
“Do it!”
Tears streamed the older brother’s face. Outside, they could here their father shouting at the doctor to “fucking do something, damn it.”
“I love you, bro,” Lenny’s voice was barely more than a whisper.
“I love you, too,” Kyle said, teeth clenched.
Lenny took the pen, read over the note quickly, grit his teeth, and shook as he wrote his own note bearing witness.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
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Breaking Point
Roman pour AdolescentsThis is an uncut, unsensored story with lots of twist and turns. Drama, romance, and the daily struggles many teens face with parents, friends, and the entire world. Based on true stories, "Breaking Point" goes beyond traditional cliches and into de...
