Gone For Good (Book 3)

Chapter 13

Paramedic's POV (I know right)

  "Are you his parents?" I asked the two men who sat on the other side of the patient. "Yes." the smaller one said. "Ok. I'm Jared. How old is he?" I asked. "15." the same one replied. "Ok. What happened?" the paramedic, Kyle, asked. "Suicide." the other guy mumbled. "We're going to try everything we can to make sure he's ok. You'll have to be patient ok?" I said.

  The ambulance pulled up in front of the hospital. Me and Kyle unhooked the gurney and pulled it out. We quickly wheeled it into the hospital. "Talk to me Jared." Dr. Mulle said running next to our side. "Suicide. He's still breathing but we don't know how long he'll keep going." I said. The nurses took over and wheeled him into the emergency room. I sighed. Poor kid. 15 and already attempted suicide? Some people just have to be that big of assholes that they make people want to die. God damn America.

Kacey's POV

  My little brother might be dead tonight. I called Mitch. "Is he ok? Where is he? Is he awake?" I asked panicky as he picked up. "Yes. Emergency room. No he passed out." he said. The fear in his voice stuck out. "We're on our way there, ok?" I said. He hung up.

  We all piled into our cars and drove quickly, but legally, to the hospital.

  "Hi. Is there a Dalton Wright here?" I asked the receptionist. "Yes, his parents are in the waiting room across the hall." the receptionist. "Thank you." I said and we hurried to the waiting room.

  When we walked in, Mitch was asleep on Travis's lap. Travis was gently combing his fingers through Mitch's hair.

  "Hey, dad." I said as I sat next to him. He sat there and put all of his attention on to Mitch's hair. "Dad?" I said. I bent over and looked at his face. He was trying his hardest not to cry.

  We sat there for a while before the doctor came in. "Uh, we're looking for a Mitch and Travis Wright?" he said. Mitch and Travis stood up quickly. "That's us." Mitch said. The doctor motioned for them to follow. I hoped everything was going to be ok.

Mitch's POV

  "Well, Dalton is very lucky. He woke up a few minutes ago. Thankfully the knife he used didn't go deep enough to mess with any organs so he should be fine. Would you like to see him?" the doctor said. "Yes please." I said.

  Me and Travis followed the doctor hand in hand to Dalton's room. "Right in here. Would you like for me to get the others?" The doctor asked. "Uh, in a little bit. We'd like to see him first." I said. He nodded and walked down the hall. "Travis? Im scared." I said. "Don't worry. He's ok." Travis said and we walked in. Dalton was facing the window. His soft sobs could be faintly heard.

  I walked over to the chair next to the bed. I sat down and reached my hand to touch his side. "Dalton, baby? You ok?" I asked. He turned to look at us. He looked terrible, like he had been dragged to hell and back. "I'm sorry." he choked. "Its ok. You're ok, now." I said. Travis came and sat next to me.

  Dalton tried sitting up but winced in pain. "Don't hurt yourself anymore then you already are." Travis said. Dalton smiled lightly, but it quickly faded. A nurse walked in and went over to Dalton. "Well, Mr. Wright, you're free to go." she said smiling. Kacey walked in with Scott.

  "We brought some clothes. Your other ones were....disturbing. So we brought some of Scott's." Kacey said. Dalton tilted his head. "Thanks." he said. Kacey handed him the clothes and he went to change.

Dalton's POV

  I walked into the bathroom to change into some clothes of Scott's. I lifted up the hospital gown and studied the bandage. It was pretty big. I sighed. So much for being happy. I thought.

  I put on the clothes and walked out silently. Everyone had shown up. I looked around the room, catching everyone's eyes. "Ready?" Mitch asked. I nodded. I walked past everyone and head out of the hospital. Everyone's footsteps followed close behind.

  When we reached the cars I climbed in the backseat and sat as close to the window as I could. Avi and Shauna had decided to ride with us. Avi sat in the middle and Shauna sat on his other side. I knew they would send me back to therapy. I didn't want to go back.

  We got home and I quickly got out and went to my room. I started packing a suitcase when someone came in. "What're you doing?" Scott asked. "I can't go back to therapy." I said. I zipped up the suitcase and turned around.

 

  "Sit down." Scott said. I sat down on my bed and he sat down next to me. "Mitch and Travis already agreed not to send you back. They know you hated. That's why they took it away from you." he said. "That's not why. They needed someone to be here. They had to have someone here to make sure nothing happened. That guy? What was his name? Started with a D? I can't remember. That's not the point. They needed to make sure he didn't come back! They didn't care if I got hurt! They wanted to make sure that guy didn't hurt THEM! Can't you fucking see that?!" I yelled. "Dalton, you need to calm down." Scott said backing away. "Go. Now!" I yelled. "Ok. Do you want-" Scott started but I cut him off. "Just leave me alone!" I said and pushed him out the door. I slammed the door and sat against it.

  I knew I was bipolar. I found out when I was 14. It hadn't been a problem, but lately, its been sticking out. A lot. I put my head in my hands and started crying. I was scaring people. Not only mentally, but physically. I could see the fear in Scott's eyes. He was petrified.

  "Dalton?" A soft knock, followed by Mitch's voice. I stood up and hesitantly opened the door. He reached out to me but I backed away. "Please. I don't want to hurt you." I warned. "Dalton, we would never put you in danger like that. I promise. You're only son. Everyone's first son is important." he said.

  Mitch reached out again and this time I hesitantly let him. He pulled me down the stairs and everyone was sitting around the living room. He pushed me so I was sitting next to Travis. Then, he laid his head on my lap.

  I had a sudden urge to cry. I felt loved. They had no idea what they're dragging themselves into. I'm not someone people like. I wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.

Normal. That's what I wanted to be.