Jc's POV
Kian said he was leaving. I wonder what he meant. I know he's at that girl Jade's house. I grabbed my keys and drove over to Jade's. The door was closed so I knocked. Kian's car was still in the driveway. I knocked harder. This time yelling, "Kian? You in there?" But I saw through the glass into the kitchen, there was somebody laying on the floor. I turned the knob but it wouldn't budge. I ran around the back of the house, jumping the fence. The back door slid open with ease and I knelt at Kian's side as I saw a bottle of heart pills and Benadryl. He was cold as ice and unresponsive. I called 911.
911: 911 what's your emergency?
Justin: My friend is laying in front of me. There's heart pills and Benadryl on the counter and he's not responding. I don't know what to do.
911: Okay sir calm down what's your name?
Justin: It's JC. He's not breathing I-I think he overdosed *sobbing*
911: Okay JC calm down. Where are you located?
JC: South Avenue. 114 South Av.
911: Okay help is on the way.
JC: Please hurry he's cold and he's not responding *cries*
911: we're going as fast as we can sir.
I hung up and grabbed Kian's frozen, frail hand. "It'll be okay," I whispered.
