26. The Trainwreck

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Mika

"Albert shut the fuck up and put something on the wound, right now!" I yelled trying to keep my eyes off of the growing pool of blood on the floor. "God, Rich, what did you do?" I whispered to myself as I dialed 911.

Albert kneeled down and pressed a shirt on Rich's abdomen. What kind of idiot shots himself in the stomach? He was definitely not trying to commit suicide, he wanted attention, as always.

"We can't wait for an ambulance, he'll bleed to death. Go get my car, it's around the block, my keys are in the kitchen" Albert spoke fast and all I was able to process was 'he'll bleed to death'.

He'll bleed to death.

Rich is dying.

"Hurry up!" Albert yelled at me.

I nodded and started running. I don't remember exactly how but I somehow found Albert's car and drove it to the door where he was already waiting for me with Rich holding himself from Albert's neck.

I got off the car and helped him get Rich into it. Albert sat on the back with him. I just drove not giving a fuck about the speed limit, the only thing I was afraid of was Rich dying and my tears blocking the view.

"That was dumb" I heard Rich's raspy voice trying to force it's way through the throat.

"Don't speak" Albert said.

I don't really remember anything else after that. How I arrived to the hospital, talking to doctors, anything. Everything is a blur.

The next day seems like yesterday though. The doctor told us the surgery was successful but there had been some complications because the bullet touched his liver and all we had to do is wait for him to wake up.

God, Rich. I couldn't eat and didn't want to sleep, and since I hate coffee, Albert brought me Red Bull every three hours. I was glad he was letting me stay awake, anyone else would have made sleep but Albert understood me.

We waited for 38 hours.

"Where are your parents?" I asked Ryan not really doing anything else. We were both just staring at the wall in front of us waiting for Albert to come back from the buffet.

"I didn't tell them" he said. "It's not the first time he does shit like this Mika, you know that"

"He's their son, Ryan"

"They're old people, I can't put them through this shit again. Just.. leave it alone, I know what I'm doing" Ryan stood up and looked at me. Their parents were really old, they waited too long to have a kid, so that's why they adopted Richard. Miraculously a year later, his mom got pregnant with Ryan. "He's so stupid, Mika, I swear... he wants to kill me and everyone who gives a crap"

"I'm sorry" I said feeling a wave of emotions splash inside of me.

"No, it's okay, I'm just worried" he said sitting down again after a few seconds of silence. I felt so powerless and guilty, and even though I tried very hard not to, my sight became blurry. I started crying.

I quickly turned to the other side so Ryan wouldn't see me, the last thing he needed was to comfort pretty much the reason his brother tried to commit suicide or whatever he was trying to do by shooting himself on the stomach.

Remembering the scene made me cringe.

"Oh god" I cried out with no previous warning and my sobbing became uncontrollable. Soon enough Ryan's arms were around me and we were feeling sorry together.

"I'm gonna go call my parents" Ryan said after a few minutes in which he obviously meditated about the whole situation. I saw Albert coming from the hallway with two coffees in his hands, he walked past Ryan who was already talking on his cellphone and sat next to me, placing both cups on the seat next to him.

"Were you crying?" He asked after taking a good look at me. He had made me promise I wouldn't cry for Rich a few hours ago.

"Whatever" I said looking down to the floor.

"He's not worth it, Mika, he didn't do this to himself, he did this to you. To torture you" Albert said but all I was hearing was bla bla bla. He didn't know how it felt like.

"You're right, Al. I'm going to the restroom" I said taking my purse and getting up to end with the conversation we already had.

"Alright" he said.

I started walking through the hallways but my feet went in the wrong direction and suddenly I found myself leaving the building.

I knew where I wanted to go and even though I was trying to send a different command to my brain, the message didn't seem to hit my legs. A few blocks later of wondering around I found a bar called The Trainwreck.

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I'm sorry I took like 5 centuries to update 😭 but thank you for waiting!❤️

I promise im gonna be good from now on haha x

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