This Year I've Had Enough

I Think The Thing Is I Shut Off From Everything

The events of today had been mundane, bland, white. It was an average day, well average for someone with such a morbid job like mine. An old lady who had fallen and thought she was going to bleed out on the pavement (spoilers: she doesn't), a kid with a severe allergy attack. Basic stuff.

I was currently scarfing down a burrito with my co-worker in the back of the ambulance, the cheep mexican cuisine tingling my taste buds.

"Smith, they're calling us out." my partner said finishing his own "dinner", throwing the wrapper somewhere in the gutter.

"What is it?" probably another kid who got stung by a bee who has an overprotective mother who thinks that they'll die without immediate medical attention.

"Fuck, Smith. It's a suicide, w-we got to fucking go. Now." shit what? "They're saying it's a lot of blood."

"Well quit fucking talking and lets go!" i screeched as i jumped into the passenger seat.

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After racing through traffic we arrived outside of the house. It didn't look like a home where a suicidal teenager would live. It was nice, his family must have been, at least, moderately well off. Contrast of white and red paint, yellow, blue, and red flowers. The home of a respectable family. Probably one who would see their sons attempt as a scandal to be hidden behind closed doors. Poor kid.

I past a car still in ignition, up a path into a wide open door.

"Hello?" where could they be in this huge ass fucking house?

"Up here! Hurry please!" the voice sounded like a young male. The kids brother maybe?

I ran up the stairs towards the frantic voice. The hall wasn't filled with photos like you'd think a home would be. They were all bare, it looked like no one lived here.

I came to the landing of the stairs and saw the end of hall where there was a boy holding another. He looked frantic.

"Please help." his voice was laced with sorrow and pain, his eyes were tinted pink, tears were rolling down his cheeks. "I can't lose him, just," he looks down at the boy, the love and concern in his eyes was so saddening, "please just help."