Color Blind

Chapter four : Alexander's body

Alexander heard Timothy leave.

It was his fault.

He made his mother leave. He made Timothy leave. He had no one to blame but himself. Alexander looked at himself in the mirror and started sobbing. He was pathetic. He opened the bathroom door and went to the kitchen. He knew what his goal was. And he planned to achieve it. He opened the medicine cabinet, and opened every bottle. He poured their contents onto the counter, making a mess. He didn't care though. He grabbed a handful of random pills.  He walked into the paint room.  He saw the mirror he put up in there many weeks ago. He sat the pills on his seat and walked into his room. He came back with a bat from when he was in the little league baseball team. He walked up to the mirror. He swung the bat back and then right into the mirror. He kept smashing the mirror and every little piece that came off of the mirror, screaming and crying the entire time.

When he was done he threw the bat across the room. He grabbed the pills and walked into the corner of the room and sat down.

I'm tired of being useless. I'm tired of being pathetic. He whispered

One pill for Timothy
One pill for himself
Five pills for his friends
And the rest for his life.

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Timothy was talking with Dylan when his phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hi Timothy I'm Dr.Blakeney. Your partners doctor." Timothy heard a women say. "Uh okay how can I help you?" He asked. "As you know, Alexander has clinical depression. His pill refill was due  last week but we cant get a hold of him." She said. Timothy felt his stomach drop. "You cant? He's at home. He has his phone." He responded trying not to panic. "No. I'm sorry no one picked up. We are worried because his condition is severe." She said sounding concerned. "Have you seen  him today?" She asked.  "Call for a ambulance." Timothy hung up. "I gotta go." Timothy told Dylan. He ran to his car and called 911
"911 what's your emergency? "

"I think my boyfriend is trying to kill himself"

When Timothy got home, He threw open the door to the house and ran in. He saw pills on the counter and on the floor. "Alexander!" Timothy called. No one answered. He ran through every room and saw no one. He looked in the art room and saw Alexander slumped over in the corner with glass all around him. Timothy ran over to Alexander. He tried to shake him awake but he didn't stir. Timothy saw he couldn't feel him breathing. He picked Alexander up and rushed him into the bathroom. He leaned Alexander over the bathtub and gave Alexander the Heimlich. "Throw the pills up Alexander!" Timothy screamed. He heard sirens somewhere in the distance. "Don't die on me!" Timothy screamed and pleaded. Finally the pills spilled out of Alexander. The paramedics came in and took over.  Timothy kept screaming for someone to help Alexander. They had to hold Timothy back from the ambulance. They called Shaun and in no time Shaun, Mandy, Emma, and Timothy were in the Waiting room of the hospital.

After four hours a women came in screaming," We're is my son! Where is he?! Where's Alexander Burk!" Timothy looked up when he heard Alexander's name. "over here" Shaun called to her. She ran over to them. Emma looked surprised when she saw her. "Sandra Burk? The journalist?" Sandra nodded "That's me what happened to my son!" As if on cue a doctor walked in. "Alexander Burk?" He called. Everyone stood up. He walked over to the group. "From the report he did attempt suicide. His heart stopped three times on the way here. He will have to under go surgery to get out the rest of the swallowed pills. But like every surgery, nothing's guarantied ." Sandra nodded and the doctor left.

The news was on. Suddenly everyone heard,"Breaking news. 16 year old, Young aspiring artist and son of the famous journalist Sandra Burk, Alexander Burk was rushed to the hospital when he swallowed over sixty pills. We believe this to be attempted suicide. Details have not been released yet." Timothy turned off the T.V. in disgust. Sandra turned to Timothy, "You're Timothy?" Sandra asked. "Yea" he huffed. She nodded, "Alexander talked about you when he could." Timothy tried to smile. "You two are close?"  "Yes." She smiled with her lips tight. She put her head in her hands and sobbed

"I should've been a better mother" She wailed.