~Mason's POV~
Where the hell is Blakely? She's already 30 minutes late. Blakely's always on time. Always... I can't remember the last time she was late for something. I can't keep the boss waiting, he's gonna come checking soon. I'll just have to go find her during my 1st break.
I think to myself as I clock out. I take off my apron and throw on my scarf over my sweater. What? I like to be fashionable okay. Just because I dress nice doesn't mean I'm gay though. Don't even think that.
I walk out the door and head down the street. It's lunch hour, so traffic is backed up and the sidewalks are crowded. I walk quickly, manuevering through the people; apologizing to whomever I bump into.
I finally arrive at Blakely's apartment complex. I take the elevator to the 7th floor. I knock on the door, waiting and listening patiently to see if I hear anything. Five minutes of frantic knocking later, I twist the knob to find the door unlocked. That's unlike Blakely. She's so paranoid she won't leave a window open evn if she's in the same room, let alone leaving a door unlocked whn she's nowhere in sight.
I push open the door and step inside into the living room. The house is completely silent so Trinity must be at work. I look around and everything looks in order so she must be in her bedroom. Probably sleeping her ass off. I walk down the hall into Blakely's hall. Her bed looks untouched as well. I hear water running in the bathroom.
I guess she must be in the shower. I'm not gonna intrude though. I sit on Blakely's bed and pull out my Galaxy S4. I kick off my shoes because I know I'm gonna be here for awhile.
About thirty minutes later, I'm still on Blakely's bed. I stand up, about to go in the bathroom, but I step in a large pool of water.
"What the he-" I stop mid- sentence when I look torwards the door and see water pouring from under it. I run to the door open it. Water is all over the bathroom floor. I find my way over to the tub and I see Blakely in her underwear. She's laying with her head against the wall in a overflowing tub of red water.
I quickly turn off the water and grab Blakely's face in my hands, shaking her gently. She doesn't respond in any way. I put my fingers on her neck to feel her pulse.
......Nothing....
I scoop her drenched body up in my arms and take her to the bed. As I lay her down I see the deep gashes on her legs, blood pouring out of them. I thought she stopped this in highschool. She did. Did she lie to me? No she wouldn't do that. Or would sh- STOP MASON! Think straight. Your best friend is basically dying.
I think frantically and feel myself beginning to have a panic attack. No no no. I grab my phone quickly and dial 911.
"911, how may I he-" I cut her off with my jumbled up words.
"Myfriendisdyingandshehas nopulseandshesbleedingtodeathshetriedtocommitsuicideandcomehelp!"
"Sir, calm down. You're panicing. Please repea-"
"Madison Avenue, the Pretants Abode apartment complex, floor 7, apartment 7C!" I yell frantically and end the call.
I look over at Blakely and her legs are still bleeding greatly. I take off my scarf and sweater, wrapping them around her legs to stop the bleeding some. I sit on the bed and pull her into my lap. I sit with her caressing her hair.
Dear God, I know it's been years since I last prayed. I know I don't claim to believe in you. I know Blakely doesn't believe in you either, but please please let her live. She's all I have. I love her don't let me lose her. Please don't.. I can't live wihtout her...
I kept praying, tears streaming down my face as the paramedics took her away on a stretcher, me in tow on another one.
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Gray: An Interracial Story
Teen FictionBlakely Stone is a 20 year old black girl who lives in a New York apartment with her best friend Trinity. One day while working at the café the most beautiful man she's seen before takes an interest in her. They end up being a couple and everythin...