Knock, knock, knock. “Austin, are you there” I ask. I get a grunt in reply from him. The doors locked. “Austin are you ok. Can you open up the door?” he doesn’t respond. “Austin are you ok?” I hear a gentle sob. “Dammit! Austin I know where the key is! Open up the fucking door!” nothing happens. I wait a minute.”If you don’t open the god damn door I’m going to come in there and- JUST COME AND UNLOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR!” The door doesn’t move.
After a couple minuets I give up on him opening the door. I go to the kitchen. I reach under the bulky refrigerator. I feel across the bottom and grab the key. I pull off the tape and then run back to Austin’s room.
When I get back I knock on the door one more time. “Austin?” I wait, “Austin open up the door or I’m going to let myself in,” and I wait more. He doesn’t respond so I put the key into the door lock. I spend a minute fidgeting with the key. Then door opens up.
I walk in. I look around the room looks fine. The beds made and all the cloths are put away. That was until I noticed the blood. It was staining the white carpet. I walked around a little more and then I found him. He was always a little pale, like “I spend all my life playing videogames,” but now it wasn’t ok. He was curled up on the side of his bed. His arms were bleeding. Criss-crosses ran up and down both arms and wrists. I ran over to him. His eyes were closed but he was breathing a little. He still had a pulse. He was alive, just barely. I yelled for someone to call 9-1-1. I sat down and put him in my lap. I was freaking out more now. He was bleeding. Extreme blood loss equals death. I grabbed the sheets of his bed and started to put pressure on his arms. He moaned. I smiled a little at that. He was still alive. “Austin I need to say something. Anything. Just do something!” I begged. He moaned something. Then his eyes fluttered open. He was white as his bed sheet now, and his dark brown eyes looked unnatural against it. “Austin good. Now keep your eyes open! Ok?” I moved my hand to my pocket real fast and grabbed my phone. 9-1-1. I press call and put it on speaker. “Stay with me” I whisper into his ear.
“Hello? This is 9-1-1 what's your emergency?” said the operator.
“um.” I said shakily, “I’m at my boyfriend’s house its 1456 pimento dr. he's bleeding really badly. We need an ambulance.” I’m almost crying
“It’s ok. You need to stay calm. So where is he bleeding?”
“He cut himself. All over his arms. I’m applying pressure. He's pale. Just send help fast.” I cry.
“A team is on their way.” She says. She hangs up.
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The Final Call
RomanceWARNING! This story could trigger some readers! Please use caution! Ally had never lived an ordinary life. She was a successful, published author before high school. She'd always had her troubles, but nothing like this. When her boyfriend tries to...
