"Hey, barbie." I said carefully once i got into his room. After school yesterday i wasnt sure if he was allright. I was afraid he was going to go into his man period, so i just sat there waiting for a slight sign from his body language to tell me what was up with him. He was difficult that way. He would sometimes sit there and be completely silent and the second you touch him he'll blow up, but in the same scenario he would be happy and start talking about his day. One more thing to add onto my insane life.
"hey yamora, How was your date? I never asked yesterday..I mean you told me about it but i never asked you, im sorry" He askes his head in his palms.
"First off it wasn't a date it was more like a greet and meet...And it was good. She wants to hang out some time, maybe even tomorrow." I say slyly, Arching my eyebrow and eyeing him. All i hear next is a shattering sound.
I gasp, "BARBIE!!! Ms. Flashest! Ms.Flashest call the hospital!" Barbie is on the ground. I Feel my eyes becoming sore, i know its because they want to cry but they cant. I Shout again
" MS. FLASHEST!!! CALL 911!" My voice becoming a tight sound like it barley escaped my mouth. He opens his eyes just once and looks at me, At first it looks like he's scared but then i see, he isn't scared. He looks relieved, like all the burdens int he world have been lifted. I dont know what was happing. I dont know what to do! i dont know what to do...
"Please don't leave me you jerk! How dare you!" i yelled "... Barbie..stay awake." I whispered in his ear, but he wasnt responding. I ran downstairs and picked up the phone. I ran back upstairs to hold his head of the ground. Once the ambulance came i became stiff. Things were Happing in slow motion. Ms.Flashest (his mom) came running from the drive way and up to her son, she went away with him in the ambulance
Ms.flanshest arrived shortly after, and left a message on my phone saying in a tight slow voice that Barbie had killed himself he taken a large amout of pills and his body overdosed. I ran inside my house and into my moms arms she held me tight. I coundnt help what happend next, I started crying somthing that hasnt happend sence my sissters death. She had also killed herself, when dad was killed by a drunk driver, i was to young to remember him but him and my sis were attached to the hip.
My mom tryed to comfort me but nothing would be able to comfort me, nothing...
