"ZOE!!" I sob out watching him cry out in pain. "Ok, ok uh, give me your sweatshirt." She says. "Why?" I ask confused, "Just give it to me!" I quickly untie it from my waist and hand it to her. She takes it and wraps it around his body on the cut. Zoe told me she left her phone at home and mine of course is dead. Since the park is close to Zoe's house we carry him there. We cry out for help but no one comes and helps.
When we arrive, Zoe's mom screams at the top of her lungs. Zoe told her mom to call 911 then I called Ashton's mom, Kathy. While calling I had to try and not cry so she could understand what I was saying.
