Just Hang In There

Chapter 3

(Jacob)
I choked on water. My eyes opened and my vision was blurry. I tried to breath in, but my mouth filled with more water. My lungs started to burn. I struggled to get up but the weight that was on my shoulders and neck was too much. I struggled and tried to get out, but that was not working. I felt myself start to weaken, my vision starting to turn black. I felt the world slip away.

(Mark)
Ian bent next Jacob. He started to talk to him, but Jacob didn't budge. He tried to shake him, but he didn't move.
"He's asleep," whispered Ian. He signaled for Sullivan and Nate to come. Slowly, they lifted him up and carried him to the fountain. I videoed and watched with a stab of guilt. I didn't want to do this, but it felt like I had to.
"Okay, let's do this," said Ian. Sullivan and Nate took off his headphones, and dunked his head into the water. Than, they set his body down off the edge and held his shoulders and neck down. At first, he didn't move then he started to struggle with full force. Sullivan was surprised at first, but held him down firmly. Slowly, Jacob started to lose his stamina.
"Guys, we need to take him out," I said. They ignored me. Ian was laughing.
"Guys!" They still ignored me. I watched as Jacob's struggling was coming to a stop. For some reason at that moment, the cord that kept me from stopping them snapped and I shoved Sullivan out of the way. He stumbled back and lost his grip on Jacob. I quickly grabbed him and dragged him out of the water.
"What are you doing!" screamed Nate running at me. I didn't care. Jacob was dying and it was my fault. I pushed down on his chest, than pressed my ear against it. I didn't feel a heartbeat. I did a few more compressions. He still didn't wake.
"What did you guys do!" I yelled. No one said a word. I did compressions until finally Jacob started to cough and spit water everywhere.
He looked up at me with terrified eyes. I don't know if it was because he almost drowned or if it was because of me, someone who bullied him for no reason. I didn't care. I held him as he shook with coldness. "It's going to be okay" I whispered. We met eyes and we stared at each other. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. I couldn't tear my gaze even if I wanted to.
"What the hell Mark!" yelled Sullivan. He came up from behind me and smacked me behind the head. I felt myself fall over, my grip of Jacob fell. I was about to answer him when he smacked me again. A burst of pain went through my skull.
"Not so tough are ya now," said Sullivan with a smirk. I felt anger boil up in me.
"I can't do this. You almost killed him and for what, so you can look tough, so people fear you?" I said angrily. I stood up and walked up to Sullivan. I no longer felt fear toward him.
"Why you doing this Mark?" asked Nate. He walked up beside Sullivan.
"You almost killed Jacob! You expect me to cool about this?"
"We were not going to let him die. And why do you care about him? He is just a lonely outcast."
"At least if I was going to pick on someone, I would pick on someone who is my own size," I said angrily. I met their gaze then walked to Jacob. He laid on the floor. He must of been unconscious or something. I knelt down beside him and stroked his hair. Why do I even care about him? Why am I even sticking up for him? I knew the answers, I was just too afraid to admit them until now.