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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

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Jaycee's POV

I awoke at 7:07 am in Tyler's bed, but Tyler wasn't in it. I was concerned, but I knew he was alright. I got up, and unplugged my phone from his nightstand and scrolled through it for a bit.

I eventually got off his bed, and headed toward their bathroom. I took a quick shower, and went back to Tyler's room to see if he was in there. I didn't see him, so I just sat in his room a bit.

Then something caught my eyes.

My head darted toward the closet.

The rope.

It was gone.

No, no.

He couldn't of done that.

He's okay, right? He wouldn't do that.

I felt my heart pound and my chest ache. I was scared. My only question was if he was okay. I was getting pretty fucking scared and concerned.

"Tyler?!" I yelled.

I searched all around the house. The basement, all the rooms, bathrooms, etc.. and he wasn't home. I felt my anxiety hit hard.

I threw on one of his hoodies, and my black vans. I decided to head out toward the garage, just to see if his car was still here.

I looked at the ground, and opened the door.

I heard something sway back and forth, so I shot my head up.

I screamed.

And cried.

And panicked.

I ran over to the noose and Tyler's limp body. I checked for a pulse, and he barley had one. I held tyler in my chest, and began to cry harder.

He was almost done for.

He was dying.

"Tyler, fucking stay!" I screamed.

I heard josh come out hear, and he rubbed his eyes.

"Why are you screa-"

He stared at Tyler's body.

"Oh my god!" He started to cry.

"Call an ambulance!" I yelled.

This couldn't be happening. Tyler was not dying in my arms, and he did not try to hang himself.

This was all just a dream, right?

Before I knew it, an ambulance rushed here and took tyler.

I stared as they took him.

Josh and I ran inside the ambulance, and I held Tyler's hand tightly. This couldn't be the end of his life, it fucking couldn't. He was only 27, he had so much to live for. He still had a future ahead of him.

I felt my chest raise up and down wildly, and my anxiety started to raise. What if he didn't make it? What if he done this because of me? Why didn't he tell me what was happening? I had so many questions.

I felt myself cry in my free hand. I looked at tyler, and felt my heart shatter. He had a oxegyn mask on, and his skin was a bit pale, and oh my god. His neck. His neck was very red and swollen.

I kissed his hand for a long while, and felt the warm tears run down my cheeks. We made it to the hospital, and they rushed tyler in.

Me and Josh followed as we ran him into a free room.