"Bye, seeya later. " John sighed as he left his child behind at his uncle Jake's house. He still had time to get home he hurried home wanting to get this over with. John got home quick and went into his bedroom. He found Dave's shades that he kept after his death and he took off his glasses, putting the shades on. He went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Perfect.
Dirk made his way, having the feeling that something bad had happen.
John took his antidepressants, taking over half the bottle onky leaving three left. He took some advil along with other medications, making him woozy. He panted as he started to see several colors. He reached over to the knife he had brought and slit his wrist. The trail of cuts went up his arms as he crawled into the bathtub.
Dirk had arrived, driving up to John's house and parking before going to the door.
John's vision started to fade as he continued to cut up his arms. It's almost over, the pain is almost done.
Dirk knocked, after a moment walking in. "John? You here?" He looked around a bit, hearing a dripping noise from the bathroom, following the sound. "John?"
John breathing shallowed as he slowly faded. He heard Dirk arrive and took more pills to try to speed up the process. Tears running down his eyes he swallowed the pills trying to end his life sooner. Hurry up, just die already so you can be with him. David is safe with Jake just hurry up and fade.
He walked into the bathroom, quickly rushing over to John and taking the pills and blade from him. "John! John! Hey, stay with me here! You can't die like this!" He takes a moment and calls 911, getting an ambulence on the way. "You've got a child to raise damnit! A son!"
John smiled happily as his bright blue eyes faded to dull. His breathing soon came to a stop as blood ran down his arms and stained his clothes. He laid motionless with a small smile on his face. Dead with eyes open. Posined from overdose. Blood loss from his closest friend a blade. John was now dead, glad everything was now over.
