Dying | Tronnor

Eleven

We walked off the stage and gestured for Ricky to come with us. We all ran down the corridors like we were five, giggling and chasing each other. We carefully went up to the roof. We talked for hours. "Why do we always sit over here?" I asked. "That view looks nice" I gestured over to the other side of the roof. "Uh" Ricky started, pain in his voice. "Well our friend Trevor, h-he" Ricky couldn't finish he was now in Troyes arms crying. "He jumped" Troye said quickly looking away. "Oh, I'm sorry" "it's ok, he probably wouldn't get out anyway." Troye said, letting go of Ricky. "I got to go" Ricky said leaving us just as the sun set. Me and Troye sat there in silence for a while. Until he left. I sat there watching people beneath me, they had no idea what was happening up here. I was watching some people. When I felt a shoulder pull me off the ledge. "CONNOR!" I heard Troye cry from behind me. "What what?" I turned around to see him crying. "It's Ricky!" He yelled. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down stairs. We raced through the halls to the bathrooms. Ricky was sitting there holding his wrist. It was fiercely bleeding. "I can't stop it" he said. "It's ok, it's ok" I tried to calm him. "GRAB A TOWEL!"I cried over to Troye. He nodded and grabbed one of the red towels. "Here" he said throwing it to me. I grabbed it, quickly wrapping it around his arm. It quickly bleed through the thick material. "Help me" Ricky cried through his tears. "We need Ruth there to deep." Troye stood there staring at me as I yelled. "GO" I yelled louder. The ambulance came and took Ricky to the hospital. I was left there in his blood. I ran over to Troye who was screaming Ricky's name as they carried his unconscious body away. Ruth was holding him as he fought. I came in front of him. "No connor there taking him!" He screamed. "I got you" I whispered. Ruth dropped him into my arms. He curled up and cried into my chest.