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I hummed in annoyance as the iPhone buzzed from beside me, naturally I ignored it as it was an ungodly hour to be awake. Another vibration not long after vibrated through the nightstand and into my sensitive ears. If the person was trying to alarm me, they were doing a good job of it.
By the third message I was fully awake. Cursing quietly to myself for the sleep loss, I lazily outstretched my hand to grasp the bright device. My eyebrows knit together in confusion, as I didn't know the number. It was not one of a telemarketer, and they obviously needed my attention. So I answered hesitantly.
"Hello," I say into the phone hesitantly, still not sure about this.
"Jack? it's James." I could physically feel a headache forming out of frustration. Why couldn't I remember that name? It was so familiar.
"I know we haven't talked since the accident but don't hang up just yet, it's important I swear." I just nodded my head, unaware he couldn't see me.
"Well the line hasn't gone dead, so I assume you're still listening," James had desperation in his voice, whatever it was has obviously alarmed him,"It's about Alex.."
By then my ears immediately perked up, I was fully on guard. "What did you do to him?" I whisper shout, trying not to wake the girl in slumber behind me.
"Chill out," he said in a much calmer voice than mine.
"You can't just drop a bomb like that and tell me to chill out!" I say with a bit more volume, leaving the room for privacy.
"Anyways he was kind of in a.. a.." James acted with caution at the worst possible moment.
"Just spit it out for godsake!" my voice was filled with anger at this point, probably scaring James. Hell I was even scaring myself.
Before he could finish I could already feel tears burning the rims of my bloodshot eyes.
"He was in a car accident." I wanted to drop the phone, leaving it to shatter. To hide myself in a cloak of depression invisible to the human eye. But I didn't. I was the one Alex needed most tight now, the least I could do is avoid shutting him out.
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After getting the hospital information, I practically flew out the door. Running over to my beat up piece of metal considered a vehicle, I felt small cold droplets of rain falling from the sky and into my mess of hair. Any other time it would have been beautiful with the moonlight radiating each one the water filled streaks, but now it was nothing more than the tears streaming from my tear ducts.
Putting on Boulevard of Broken Dreams, I soon found myself staring emptily forward, my mind began to tangle more than the headphones in my pocket.
Reaching into old memories from my subconscious, I realized just how emotionless I really was. I didn't even weep at my own grandmothers funeral, yet Alex has caused me to breakdown.
For all I know, it could've just been minor injuries. What really got to me was the possibility of death.
Just when I assumed things couldn't be worse, my fucking pile of junk called a car had broken down. Just great.
I pulled over with the little gas I had and cringed as it screeched to a stop. That's when I totally lost it. I tried endless times to phone one of my friends, but to my luck, there was no service.
I was just about ready to jump off the cliff in view. Nobody would miss me if I'm gone. Alex may even have amnesia, so I wouldn't leave him with too much grief if I ended it all.
I let one foot out from under me and dangled it freely over the empty space beyond the cliff.
Would it be painful, and I would die alone suffering? Would I go quick and soon become a distant memory? Before I could change my mind I took another step forward, all I needed was a little push. Shutting my eyes I was ready to fall forward leaving everything behind. I would have too if it wasn't for a strange, clammy hand touching my shoulder.
Jumping ten feet in the air I turn to give the person a piece of my mind.
A tall, thickly muscular man shared an awkward stair down with me. He looked quite masculine, beard and all, probably has a personality too match. But you should never assume.
"What do you think you're doing!" I shout, not caring about being judged at this point.
"Saving a life not worth being lost." He responded in a thick Russian accent. As if he wasn't intimidating enough already.
"I suggest you get back into your car and forget this whole thing ever happened. My face relieved all anger and I just gave him a "I'm-tired-of-life" look.
"What seems to be the problem? It's simple instruction really," The man asked softening his features.
"Yah about that.. My car's broken down," I spoke, trying to recollect myself.
Giving my a look of either pure sadness, or complete pity he asks me this. "Would you like a ride?"
