The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

40. Friday: The Night that *Did* End All nights (Emery)

Hi! So here is the third part of this extra-long chapter.

The next three chapters are going to be from different POVs, Levi's Mom, Emery's Mom, and Third Person.

Emery

Friday 10:57 (A/N I dunno the time anymore.)

I still held the bat loosely in my hand.

I tightened my grip, letting out a strangled cry, "Levi!"

The door snapped and slowly creaked open, I mustered my strength to look around the corner.

There was Levi, a huge mass of broken being laying on the floor.

It took me a second to tally all the damage he did. And it was a lot.

Blood pooled around his wrists, the vibrant red colors were like bracelets. But there wasn't enough to blood for him to have bled out already.

He still had the knife in his hand, showing he passed out while in the process.

There were two empty pill bottles at different ends of the room, as if thrown to the side in a fit of anger.

He must have got impatient with waiting for the pills to kill him so he tried to slit his wrists.

Still, on my knees, I tried to grab his arm and shake him. But he didn't move, all I felt was his warm blood on my hands.

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I tugged him so he was in a partial sitting position, leaning him against the bathtub.

"For fucks sake Levi," I wailed, the curse seemed to flow out of my innocent lips with ease.

Doing it from memory, I took my two middle fingers and putting it down his throat, trying to activate his gag reflex. I wasn't scared I'd scratch his throat because I've mastered not scratching yourself.

He gagged a bit. I tried to hold him forward so he can throw up the pills he took. Only saliva came out.

I could no longer hold him upright, he fell back to the ground.

Suddenly he began seizing, his sturdy build vulnerable and rigid.

I pulled out my phone, tapping it rapidly until I clicked the home button. I began to dial 911 as I rolled him to his left side and put a washrag in his mouth to protect him while he was seizing.

"911. What's your emergency."

"My-my-my friend," I wasn't sure if the lady could hear me through my sobs. "overdosed..he..slit his wrists....he...he.....seizing...he..he"

"Breathe" the woman replied calmly, I heard her typing. "Put pressure on his wrists to stop the bleeding, did he hit a vein?"

"I-I do-nt think so...I...dammnit, he he s'till seizing...he-"

"Do you know what he overdosed on?"

He finally stopped seizing so I was able to take another cloth and apply pressure to his wrists. I put the phone on speaker and dropped it into the pool of blood while reaching for the bottle.

"Tofranil," I whispered, trying to focus on the blurry letters.

The woman swallowed, whispering the address of Levi's house under his breath. She turned her attention to me, "Is he still breathing?"

I shuddered, trying to see if his chest was moving. But it wasn't.

I placed my fingers on his jugular, I couldn't feel anything except my own palpitating heart.