"Fuck my life..." I said as I clung to Jack in fear.
Of course there had to be blood dripping from the ceiling.
But.... Why?
"Should we go take a look upstairs?" I asked.
"Yeah, I don't want blood in our recording room." He replied.
Our. Not 'mine' or 'jacks' it's was ours.
As we exited the apartment to go check on the resident that lived above is, I wiped the blood off if my face.
"Gross." I said.
As we edged near the apartment above where we lived, I started to get scared. What if there was a dead body? A massacre? Would we be killed?
But then I realized something, there's only one way to know these things.
"Okay, stay close." Jack whispered as he grabbed my hand.
He knocked on the door. We heard some rustling inside the apartment, then a sobbing lady opened the door. We heard the crying of a child or teenage boy behind her.
"Please call the police!" She yelled. This startled us.
I pulled out my phone and typed in my passcode, then I called 9-1-1 and handed the lady the phone.
"It's my son! He stabbed himself in the stomach! Please, send help quick! Apartment 13 at (apartment complex name) in Athlone! Yes, Ireland! Please hurry!!" She yelled into my phone.
"(Y/N)... This isn't okay..." Jack said to me.
"It's not." I said back.
The lady handed my phone to me. "Thank you!" She yelled and quickly shut the door.
"Well then. That was... Something.. I need to wash my face." I said, wiping my forehead once more.
We got to the apartment and I jumped into the shower. As I was washing my hair, I hear the door open.
It was Jack. And he wanted in the shower.
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