Music In Me

Chapter Sixteen

  "911, what's your emergency?" Jerrid asked into the microphone. 

       "I'm gonna kill myself." The kid on the other line said calmly.

       Jerrid opened his eyes wide. "What?"

       "My life is over." The kid sobbed. "I screwed up, and it's coming back to this."

       "Man, man," Jerrid assured, typing on his computer. "Calm down. Tell me. what's your name?"

       The person didn't answer him, he responded with sobbing and curse words to himself. 

       "How old are you?"

       The kid sniffled. "Sixteen."

       Jerrid typed in the infomation on the computer. "I have a brother who's sixteen. His name's Mason."

       He looked at the number again and he was terrified. 

       The phone number belonged to his younger brother Mason.

        "Mason, why are you doing this? Suicide doesn't solve anything, Mason!" Jerrid praticaly screamed.

        "Shut up!" Mason yelled. "You don't get it, Jerrid. She was my life, and now she's gone and it's all my fault."

         "How is it-?"

         "I was the one who invited her to run away with me!" He exploded. "She was being nice and did it with me, even though half me thought she was kidding. If I didn't invite her, she wouldn't have been abducted. She wouldn't have had the bullet in her heart, she wouldn't be put on life support and die when I'm supposed to guard her." He exhaled. "We all know who the real demon is, and he's going where he belongs." Then, he hung up.

     It was then Jerrid did something he wasn't sure to be proud of in the end, but he took all the contacts from Mason's phone and sent this text message:

    Dear everybody who has known Mason:

    I am his big brother Jerrid. I got a call from him today (12 of August) at 6:28 P.M. in  which he claimed he was going to commit suicide over his depression he got diagnosed with by a school counsuler at age thirteen and the death over the 'love of his life'. Drop everything you're doing and go to the house. He must be around there somewhere. Don't stop until he's found. Make sure it's not too late.- Jerrid

 Lauren opened her eyes and looked around. She was still in the hospital room, her drunk mother sobbing next to her.

     "Mom," she whispered. "Why are you crying?"

     Her mother looked up at her daughter, her deep brown eyes glistening with shock. "Oh my God. Lauren!" She reached across the bed to hug her daughter, who had no clue what was even going on.

     The doctors and nurses in the room shook their heads in confusion and whispered to each other. "This is strange, Lauren." A younger doctor with an eyebrow peircing and Shane Dawson hair said. "You were dead for a good twenty-six minutes."

     A pretty blonde nurse who resembled Bree who was checking her pulse, blood, ect yelled, "And she is completly, 100 percent healed! No injuries except the scar on her chest. Her heartbeat is normal, she seems to have no trouble breathing, and her broken jaw is completly healed!" 

     Everyone in the room rejoiced but Lauren. Something felt uneasy, strange, she couldn't put her hand on it though. 

     Her iPod, she realized. "Mom," she called. "Give me my iPod!"

     "Sure, honey!" Zoey laughed, flipping her long black hair as she gave her daughter a slightly cracked iPod touch. 

     There was a text message on it. She opened it and read it. "Crap." She muttured. She unhooked all the needles out of her arms (terrified), took off her mask, and put on her sneakers. "Mom, we need to go to the woods across Mason's house. It's urgent."

     Then she ran out of the hospital, "found" a "lost" bike and rode it to Masons, still in her hospital gown.