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Chapter 7

 Akio had gone to the bathroom. I pounded on the bathroom door. "Dammit Akio you've been in there for an hour, I need to take a shower!" I yelled. I waited for a few seconds. There was no reply. Usually he replied with a smartass comment or some petty insult, but now there was only silence. "Akio?" Still no reply. "Akio, what the hell? Answer me!" Nothing. "If this is supposed to be a joke or something, it's not funny! Seriously, answer me!" A feeling of dread washed over me as there was still no reply. I tried to twist the doorknob. It was locked. "Come on, Akio! Please!" I grabbed a paperclip out of my pocket, bent it to the right shape, and attempted to pick the lock, but my hands were shaking so much, it made it difficult. I heard the lock click and opened the door. I froze. My breath caught. I dropped to my knees. I saw blood. I saw Akio laying there, unmoving. I saw scars up and down Akio's arms and blood pouring endlessly out of two fresh cuts, one on each of his wrists. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at his lifeless body. I struggled to control my hands as I reached into my jeans pocket to get my phone. I quickly dialed 911. I heard the calm female voice of the emergency dispatcher. "911, what's your emergency?" I covered my hand with my mouth and sobbed. "Oh, god. . . " I closed my eyes and tried to get myself under control. "Please help." I cried through the phone. "We need an ambulance, fast. He's going to die. . . He slit his wrists. . ." I gave the dispatcher the address, hung up and threw my phone into the wall, screaming in frustration as I ran my hands through my hair, the tears flowing down my face and to the floor. "Why the hell would you do this, you idiot?!"