I saw Mary jump the fence and run to Jared's side. He looked hurt bad. She called my name.
"Jess! Come help me!"
I ran outside to help. His ankle was swollen pretty bad. He had been crying, his eyes were red and puffy.
He wrapped his arms around each one of our shoulders as we carried him inside.
Later that night, after we had gone to the ER, we found out that he had broken it. He now had crutches and we headed home so he could rest.
The Next Day
I wad in my room. Mom and Dad gone to get groceries. I was crying. Thinking about all the things going on in my life amd thinking about my aunt who had died a week before. Would anyone care if I died like she had?
