Kyle's POV
"Amy! Amy! Pick up your god damned phone!"
It still rings out, with no answer.
"AMY! PLEASE!" I beg to no answer, just emptiness, silence.
What has she done?
What if she had done it?
Ended it all?
What did she mean by 'It's... too.... late?' What did she mean?
No. No. NO. NO.
Oh god, I'd never forgive myself, ever. Because it would be my fault, my fault, oh my god, even thinking of this, oh my god, please Amy....
"Amy! Please!"
No one picks up and it goes straight to voicemail.
No. Don't leave me Amy. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
My uncle comes out of his office after all the commotion, angry and flaming red.
"Jamie! Jamie!" I rush up to him before he has a chance to speak.
"Look I'm sorry for the noise... Sarah walked out... Amy...."
My mind is rushing a confusion of a jumble of thoughts.
Amy.
"Jamie.... There's this girl I know that talked to me on Teen Help... I think she might.... Do something and regret it..."
"Cut to the point, Kyle," Jamie says, the angriness on his face gone, and instead he had gone pale in the face. "What do you need me to do?"
"Call the police," I say finally.
I hope she's still there.
I hope she's still hanging on.
Author's Note: I. Am. Afraid. To say. That this. Might be. Drawing to an end (WEEPS.)Thanks for all of your support and remember to vote, comment, share and of course, continue reading!
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melancholia ✔︎
Short Storyall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
