Bitter-Sweet

Chapter 22: Help

TJ POV:

As I pushed my bike towards the regular stones I noticed something rather odd. The Spoon was right next door...I swear it wasn't there before.....weird. I spotted Reed and Lester chatting, went over to them. 'Hey guys, wassup?'

When Reed turned around I was really confused...was he wearing guyliner? 'Oh, hey faggot,'

My heart plummeted, he'd never called me that, the way he said it made him sound like he's homophobic or something, I decided to brush it off, 'Are you wearing guyliner?'

He nodded, 'It's fag day, I came dressed as a fag,'

Lester burst into fits of laughter whilst I stood there extremely confused, 'What the fuck Reed?!' I yelled.

He laughed with Lester, 'Damn, I swear, the fags get so fiesty,'

Then my heart sunk deeper, 'Fags?...plural?'

Reed bit his lip as Lester just smirked proudly, both looking suspicious.

'Where's Cyrus?' I asked, clenching my fists in anger, more than that, pure rage.

Moving to stand beside me, it was then that I saw. I was the most worried I had ever been in my life as I saw Cyrus was strapped laying down to the seat of the dirt bike, trying to get out as best as he could but it was no use, 'TJ! TJ HELP!' He screamed as the dirt bike roared, the engine somehow turned on.

Reed whispered in my ear, 'Mmm you scared?'

Lester whispered in my other ear, 'Say goodbye,'

My eyes widened as the dirt bike magically shot off the mountain with Cyrus screaming at me for help, tears streaming down his face, 'TJ PLEASE TJ!' But Of course I couldn't do anything! What was I supposed to do? The bike crashed into the roof of The Spoon, the glass from the windows spraying out onto the sidewalk as Cyrus' lifeless, dead body fell, still strapped to the bike, covered in cuts and bruises whilst the knocked over chairs and the bike itself lay on top of him. The last thing I remember is me screaming, filled with nothing but grief and sadness, police sirens whirring in the background. My Cyrus, my baby Cyrus. He's dead? No, he can't be. Who will text me first thing in the morning just to make sure I made it through the night? Who will constantly check up on me because they care so much? Who will be there to fill my day with happiness and laughter? Who will I talk to when I'm having a tough time? Who will message me kisses and lovehearts? Who will make me feel more loves than I ever have? Who will make me chocolate chip muffins? Who will eat my homemade blueberry macadamia muffins even when they taste shit? Who will go to the swings with me? Who will make me personalised basketball signs and cheer me on at my games? Who will hold my hand? Who will hug me? He's gone...the one person I can rely on is gone.....and there's nothing I can do to change that.

Thanks y'all for reading- oh, that's not the ending you wanted? LMAO GUYS ITS FINE ITS FINE THATS NOT IT! Hope I got some of you guys tho! Read on.

I woke up in a sweat, my heart pounding faster as I desperately rubbed my eyes. Thank fuck...it was a dream. Why does my brain hate me? That scared me so much I thought it was real and I really wasn't going to see Cyrus again. I took a few seconds to come to terms with what just happened and that everything was ok. That was when I noticed that I could still hear police sirens. What the fuck? I dragged myself out of bed and pulled back the curtain to see two police officers coming down the little walkway to my house. As I frantically got out my phone, I checked the time to see it was 12, good, not early at all. The knock as the door sent a flood of worry to flow through my veins and straight to my heart. I waited to see if anyone was going to answer but then I figured, mom and dad would've left by now and Amber will be at The Spoon. It's just me.