"He is dead..."
My stepmom dropped to her knees. She was crying and sobbing.
"He isn't breathing."
"Call the ambulance! Maybe they can help?"
"THEY CANNOT HELP! Don't you see he is dead NOBODY CAN FIX THAT!" By that time she was screaming and crying. She was hurt and so was I. At first I thought she was joking so I went in there to check on him. She was right no pulse or anything. I started balling my eyes out while trying to call the ambulance.
The ambulance got there an hour in a half later. The doctor said if they had gotten there sooner he would still be alive
But I didn't see how he could, he wasn't even breathing. I didn't question him though.
What's going to happening now? I questioned everything. My step Mom drove me home and told me to go to my room and I did. I found an old pull bottle that was full with pain relievers. I downed them. Goodbye cruel world I whispered goodbye.
