Fucking gilinsky

t h i r t y - f i v e

I looked lost as I scream Nate's name, trying to cover up his wound. I already called 911 and Sam was no where to be found. How could he do this? Kill someone? He was so far gone. This is all my fault.

I look around for anything to stop the bleeding as the ambulance hurries to get here. I get up quickly and grab one of Nate's shirt from the ground and wrap it around his wound, attempting to stop the over flowing bleeding. At least some movies taught me some things.

Tears flood down my face as I hold his face into my hands.

"Everything is going to be okay. You're going to be okay", I sob.

He continues to cough as blood spills everyone.

I look down at my hands seeing the full red color covering my hands.

How could things escalate so quickly? To think we were just screaming at each other to me crying as I hold Nate because he was dying.   

I wanted nothing more than to scrub the blood off washing even the memory of what has occurred.

Finally the ambulance gets here and barges through the door. I sob as I tell them in ever detail exactly what happened.

A million things run through my mind and I don't understand why this happened.

I walk away letting the ambulance do their job.

I call the one person that will help me cope with this. I pick up my phone and dial the number.

"Jack?"

I just wanted to get this out ppl were like why tf you got Azr as your profile picture like bitch bc I wanted to this picture doesn't define who I am or anything. I simply chose it bc I wanted it. and I'm not gonna change it bc ur bitch ass self doesn't like it. if you don't like it then oh well fucking deal with it.

- bri

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This is old and I didn't feel like erasing it soo yeah