"Jace, supper's ready!" I called
I waited for a few minutes before going up to his room.
"Jace, supper." I repeated as I opened his door
I looked into his room and saw him lying in his bed. I walked towards his bed to wake him when I noticed his medication bottle. It was empty. Mark and I just picked it up two days ago. Then I realized what happened.
"Mark!" I yelled
"Yeah!" he called from the kitchen
I heard his footsteps as he made his way towards Jace's room.
"Call an ambulance." I said as he entered the room
"For fuck sakes." he sighed
Why does he do this to himself. How long has he been out? I feel a pulse and he is breathing so it hasn't been long. How can he have a better life if he's spending all of it in the fucking hospital. suicide attempts, cancer, rape kits, police reports. This is not a child's life. this is not how a 16 year old should be living. I felt Mark hug me as I knelled next to his bed, I was at a point where I didn't even feel the tears falling anymore. I know Mark was crying as well, I could hear him holding back sobs, trying to be strong for me. I got up as the paramedics came into his room and loaded him onto the stretcher. I walked into our bedroom and searched my dresser. I have to have one hiding somewhere. I checked the top drawer, finding my old box and I went into the bathroom, pulling out the blade. I pulled up my sleeve and drug it across my arm. It hurt more than I remember, but I continued anyway. I could have fucking prevented this. We should have just kept his meds somewhere when we could watch them. I'm his parents, I'm supposed to fucking protect him and I can't even do that. I watched him be beat at school, I allowed him to nearly die because of the bullying. This is my fault. I felt myself beginning to cry again as I continued. Then my phone rang.
"Hello?" I asked not recognizing the number
"Mr.McLoughlin." I heard a voice say softly
"I know, I'm coming for Jace, I just need-"
"It's Dean."
"Oh, sorry Dean. Look, now isn't a good time." I said
"It's about Shante."
"Can it wait? I'm a little busy." I told him
"Sean, she passed away last night." Dean said bluntly
"Fuck. Dean I'm sorry. H-have you, you know, been there?" I asked
"I was hoping you could drive me to the hospital. Mum's to drunk to even know who I am." he said forcing a laugh
"Y-yeah. I can be there in 30 minutes." I told him
"Thanks Sean. What's going on with Jace?" He asked
"I'm sorry Dean, I really gotta go." I said feeling myself get dizzy
"Okay. I'll see you soon Sean."
"Yeah." I said hanging up
I cleaned up my arm and went downstairs.
"Babe, are you okay?" Mark asked
"No." I sighed looking at him
"We can talk on the way there. I know-"
"can you go without me? I'll meet you there, I just have to pick up a student. Remember I was telling you about Shante?" I asked him
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The Teacher Who Cared
Fanfiction"Sean is the only teacher who actually seems to genuinely care for his students. He sure as hell cares more then you." Mason told her I loaded Jace into my car and we were off. Finally, we found Dean, Sitting on the railing of the freeway. "Dean...
