Gone For Good (Book 3)

Chapter 12

Travis' POV

  "Do it, bitch. I dare you." I said. This kid had fucked up Dalton's mind when he was 14. I'd love for him to put a hand on Mitch. The look of fear in that kid's eyes was amusing. "Travis. Sit." Mitch said pulling my arm.

 

  The boys stomped away back to the trail and Dalton looked hurt.

Dalton's POV

  They were my best friends. We promised to be there for each other. I felt my eyes watering and walked away.

   Once I was hidden behind some trees, I let it out. I sat on the ground and cried. After all the tears were gone, I looked at my hands and then up. "Why'd this happen to me?" I whispered. I wanted to....I don't know. "I just want to be happy..." I whispered. "And you can be." Mitch's light voice said. He sat next to me and tried wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "Please don't touch me."I said quickly standing up. "Dalton. I just want to help." he stood up. I walked to the pond and looked at myself. "What's wrong with me!" I yelled. I stood up and tangled my hands in the back of my hair.

  I knew they could hear me. I don't care anymore. Why should I? It seems as if my whole world has gone tumbling down. I try to be happy with my family for ONCE, but I guess I'm not allowed to be happy.

  I remembered the pocket knife Mitch had given me back. I pulled it out and laid across my hands. I have had this thought many times before. Just once to the stomach? Maybe. "Dalton! Don't! Please!" a small voice came. I turned around and saw Luke. "Go away. You don't need to see this." I said. Everyone loved him so much. Why would he even care? "But you're my uncle. I want you to stay." he gave me sad eyes. "I'm not falling for that." I said through gritted teeth. He ran away and I watched him run to Kacey's lap. She looked over at me with pleading eyes.

  After getting my courage I held the knife. It was lined up with my stomach. "This is it." I whispered and lunged the knife into me. I screamed loudly. That didn't do shit for me. "Mitch! Call the ambulance!" Travis yelled. He was crouched next to me. I saw he was crying. "Stay with me, please. Baby boy, please. You can't go. Not now. Please. Stay." he cried. The sound of an ambulance roared in the distance. "I'm sorry." I choked out. "Sh. Be quiet everything's gonna be ok. I promise." Travis kissed the top of my head as the paramedics helped me on a gurney and wheeled me into the ambulance.

  Travis and Mitch soon joined me and the two paramedics. "Dalton? Stay with us." one of the paramedics said and put a mask over my face. I was dying, slowly. Worst part? My parents had to watch the whole thing.