🚫 Suicide is involved 🚫
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeep.
Tears ran down my face. I was speechless. I can't believe it.
Dad is dead.
But I wondered...how will Alex take this?
I fell on my knees and buried my face in my hands and sobbed.
"Hey da—" Alex dropped the paper bag filled with food he was holding. I looked up.
"Alex—" I stood up and tried to calm him down. When I was about to touch his arm, he stepped away and left the room.
I looked back at my mom who was crying beside my dad's bed. I feel so bad for her. Her other half just left.
I left the room and checked both ends of the hallway to see where Alex went. I turned to the right which leads to the counter.
"Excuse me, have you seen a teenage boy? 6'1? Blonde hair? Blue eyes?" I asked, worried.
"Oh, he went to the stairs." The nurse said.
"Thank you so much." She nodded her head. I
I left for the stairs and decided to go up. I ran up the stairs and checked every floor. I finally stopped in front of the door leading to the rooftop.
I slowly opened it and walked in. And the first thing I saw was...
Alex.
On a ledge.
"Alex!" I quickly yelled, tears threatening in my eyes.
"What are you doing?!"
"It was fun to live with you. You are and forever my family. You all have been ever since. Goodb—" He said.
"You're not doing what I think you're doing. Alex, please don't leave me. How can I live—"
It was too late. He already fell.
I quickly ran to the ledge he was just on a while ago and looked down. He was about to fall, with a smile on his face.
"—without you?" I whispered and broke down into tears.
People started gathering around his body. I couldn't handle seeing his dead body. Even though we're not blood-related, he was still someone very important to me. And I can't believe that he left.
I cried and cried every day. I stayed in my room weeks after that happened. Even mom was sobbing. I still can't believe they both left our lives on the same day. One with a choice to live and one with none.
I guess it's just me and mom now.
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