⚠️Warning⚠️ mentions of suicide, self harm, thoughts of suicide, etc.
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Third Person POV
As Mattia laid in his bed, his open window carrying in cold, New Jersey wind, all he could do was stare. He was numb. Completely and utterly numb.
20 minutes earlier
Mattia rolled over in his bed, reaching for his phone that had begun ringing just seconds ago.
He glanced at the clock that projected itself on his ceiling.
12:33 a.m.
Sighing when he saw it was an unknown number, he silenced the call and rolled back over in bed.
His phone began to ring once again, jolting him awake once more.
What the fuck?
Mattia sat up completely this time, grabbing his phone and seeing 'Unknown' on the dimly lit screen.
As Mattia answered the phone, he could hear many noises on the other side, one being a harshly crying woman. Mattia felt panic settle in his chest as he heard labored breathing on the other end of the phone.
"Mattia? Son?" The unknown male said into the phone, Mattia registered the voice immediately.
"Mr. Cosentino?" Mattia asked, his heart racing as the crying woman never seemed to calm down. Mattia couldn't think straight, waiting for the man to answer.
"Yes, it's Kairi's dad. Mattia he's gone." Kairi's father said, Mattia's chest tightening at his friends father's abrupt words. The screaming woman was being partially consoled by Kairi's father on the other end of the phone.
"What? What do you mean he's gone? Where is he?" Mattia questioned quickly, moving so he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head resting in his hands.
"Mattia... Kairi shot himself half an hour ago." Kairi's father replied brokenly over the phone. Mattia's heart stopped in his chest. His world came crashing down around him.
"W-What?" Mattia asked, tears surfacing in his eyes, threatening to spill at any second. Mattia couldn't breathe, it was almost as if the air had been completely knocked out of him. Like he was dead.
"I'm so sorry Mattia... oh shit, we're about to run out of minu–" Kairi's father said into the phone, being cut off by a beep, followed by the opening message to the Passaic Valley Police Station answering machine.
Everything was in slow motion. Mattia's phone fell from his hand, onto the floor with a resounding crack. He didn't care. He couldn't care.
Mattia couldn't hear anything. His heartbeat was in his skull, thudding louder and louder against his ear drums. He felt as if they could burst at any second.
