Alcoholic (H2OVanoss Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Alcohol

Evan POV: 

My alarm woke me up. It was finally the day. The day I take a seven hour plane flight (I actually have no idea how long it would take) to Greensboro, North Carolina.  I practically sprung off my bed in excitement and nervousness.  It was 6:35 by the time I finished showering and getting dressed. Not to mention the little bit of cologne. Was I trying to impress him? No no no... I grabbed my bags and walked out the door. I locked it and put them in the back of the car.

I wonder how long I'm staying. I wonder how long we wants me there. I drove out of the driveway and started on my way to the airport. It only took 20 minutes. My flight leaves at 11:00. It's only 8:00. I decided to get some breakfast at Dunkin' Donuts.  I ordered one glazed donut and an iced mocha coffee. I got my order and went to sit down. Why did I get here so damn early? I ate and drank my food and drink, through away the trash and went back to my gate. 

I sat there for hours. Then, I got a text from Luke. I opened it. I out my hand over my mouth in a gasp. What he sent me made me almost cry.

Luke POV:

A few hours earlier

I let Jonathan stay with me since I don't trust him staying by himself.  I've taken away his privilege on drinking. He sleeps most of the time now. Sometimes he'll wake up and cry. He never tells me why, though. 

I went to get some milk out of the fridge. I poured a cup of milk and grabbed a banana to eat. I got a text from Evan.

EVAN: Ey, I'm at the airport.

LUKE: Hah you even text like a Canadian. 

EVAN: Shut the fuck up.

LUKE: Alright, alright. Jon's still sleeping btw.

EVAN: Good. He probably needs it. Text you once I got off the flight. Bye

LUKE: Bye

I put my phone back in my pocket. Then with a sigh, got off the chair I was sitting on and threw my banana away. I put my glass in the sink and turned the TV on. I watched for a couple hours until I heard a small whimper. I turned the TV off and immediately went into Jon's room. 

I saw him there, still laying on the bed. "Hey Jon." I said shakily as I approached. I put my hand on his back. He turned to look at me, and then I saw it. Blood. Blood everywhere. His hands were covered in it. His face, the sheets, his pillow. Nothing by him wasn't covered in the red liquid. "JONATHAN!" I screamed.

His wrists were covered in cuts and scratches. He had a bloody knife in his hand. He was crying. I held him in my arms. His face was in my chest. He started bawling out crying. I hugged him and held him close to me. He was cold. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and texted Evan. Then, I called the police.

A lady answered with the usual police-line shit.

"PLEASE BRING A FUCKIN AMBULANCE!"

"Sir, we need to to calm down and tell us what happened."

"My friend, he cut his wrists really fuckin deep and he's ice cold. I think he's going to pass out!"

"Don't worry, sir, an ambulance is on it's way right now. Stay calm."

I started to cry. How could I not? My friend is covered in blood he's passing out! HE MIGHT FUCKING DIE!

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Thank you for being patient with me! I had a couple quizzes I needed to study for so I couldn't update it yesterday. I love you my shooting stars~!

- Poshie