That Smile (Ian Hecox)

Chapter 4 - Anthony

Katie's Point of View

We pushed past the nurse standing by the door. Anthony's eyes were closed and he laid still on his bed. He seemed dead already. Tubes were every where, coming out of his mouth and arms. I sat on the chair next to him and cried, even Ian looked like he was about the cry. It was almost silent in the room if it wasn't for the monitors beeping measuring his heart beat.

We watched him lay there for hours. No one talked. No one looked around. Ian and I only stared at Anthony with tears falling. A different nurse came in and told us to leave because visiting times were over. We got into the car and drove off back home still not talking to each other. It's not as if we hated each other, it's just that we were so shocked. Eventually we got home and I went off to bed and cried myself to sleep.

Ian's Point of View

Katie went off into her bedroom, I could hear her crying. I hated it when she was upset. I also hate it when Anthony is nearly dead. I feel so alone, almost dead myself. I tried editing the video for hours, but all I could think of was Anthony and how he looked in the hospital compared to him in the video. He looked so happy then.  I grabbed the kitchen knife and headed off into the bathroom and ran some warm water. I grabbed Anthony's sleeping pills and tipped them all into my mouth. I hopped into the bath and slid the blade along my arms and legs. It felt good. The blood turned the water bright red as I bled. My eyes drooped as I fell into a sleep, soon to be dead, like Anthony.

I woke up at 11pm, bored. I was really hyper so I was going to play GTA 5. I looked around for Ian in case he was still up editing a video. He wasn't in his computer room or in the kitchen eating. Normally if he was asleep his door would be shut but it was wide open. I guess he must be out. I got some cola from the fridge and grabbed my controller and played the game.

It wasn't long before I needed the toilet. I hopped off the couch and shook at the handle of the bathroom door. It was locked. 

'Ian?' I called. There was no reply. 'Ian are you in there. Ian speak to me! Ian please I need you!' My shouts became more and more drastic as I barged into the door but it wasn't working. I picked up the chair from his computer room and rammed it into the door. Finally it opened and there was Ian. The bath water was red and his face a ghostly white. Pills laid on the floor with a knife resting against the side of the bath. This cannot be happening. I called 911 and told them what had happened. Soon enough, the ambulance came. Two paramedics ran inside the house with a stretcher. In a matter of minutes, Ian came back out of the house now lying on the stretcher. he was placed carefully on the bed in the ambulance where I joined him.

The ambulance stopped outside the hospital. Fortunately it was late so not many people where there at the hospital. I sat down in a chair and waited for news from Ian. A while later, a nurse came up to me.
'Are you Katie Padilla.' She asked.
'Yes. Whats happened' I said shocked in case she was going to say something bad.
'Your brother Anthony is now breathing by himself and is awake right now. I should be doing this but you can come and visit him quickly.' She said. I jumped out of me seat I was so happy. I followed her down the hall towards Anthony's room. He was sitting up in bed, smiling as he saw me. He wouldn't be smiling soon once I told him what happened to Ian. I walked over to Anthony and gave him a hug and sat down on the end of his bed to tell him.
'Ian is in the hospital right now. He tried to kill himself but I don't know if he is alright or dead now. He must have been feeling so depressed without you. I'm sorry Anthony. I should have stayed with him and made him happy. I failed.' I sadly told him. His mouth was wide open in shock. I then bursted out crying.
'It's ok Katie. It wasn't you fault. No one asked you to stay by his side. I'm pretty sure you were upset too. You are the best sister I could ever ask for.' He said. I laid down on the bed next to him and fell asleep.

 I'm sorry guys if it's a bit rubbish. I read other authors notes were they have wrote about a writters block and now I see what they mean. I just couldn't think of anything to write. I'm sorry. I cant believe I'm edging closer and closer to 100 reads. For some this isn't alot, but for me it's alot.