Dallon's P.O.V.
I just fucking can't believe she she did that I whispered as I slashed my wrist with a knife. She is too good to do that I thought, as blood started gushing out of my wrist I put a rag on it and got out a few bottles of pills out of the cupboard.
I closed my eyes as I took a bottle and opened it. Then I put all of them in my mouth, then another bottle, then another, then the last one. I went down stairs feeling like I was going to pass out. I sat on the couch and nothing happened. The pills didn't work now I knew what to do.
I went into Ryan's room and got under his bed. I grabbed his gun and wrote a note. Then I put the gun to my head and BANG...
Ryan's P.O.V.
I walked in my room and I thought it was a joke my heart started racing. My best friend is dead and so is my baby sister. I called the cops. 10 to 15 minutes later the cops showed up and then an ambulance. I called Brendon and he was here in 7 minutes.
I sat on my porch on the pillar. Brendon hugged me, and we both cried. Now all i had was Brendon, he'll always be here for me. He would never do that to himself, I hope. After they left Brendon and I went upstairs and they cleaned up the blood.
I went downstairs and I made a late dinner. I made Dallon and Marcine's favorite, Dallon liked cheeseburgers and Marcine likes, liked salad. Brendon sat next to me and we ate he ate, I really didn't touch my food, I just ate like 6 Frenchfries.
I asked if I could stay at Brendon's house, of course I said okay. I stayed in the guest room he slept in his room. I sat in the room and I couldn't sleep. I played some music. I played lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking off her clothes. And I also played all the boys also.
I just couldn't sleep I just needed rest though. I didn't know what to do.
