So what do you all think so far? Pretty great? Yes?No?! What do you think of Graham? Pretty crazy twist wasn't it.... haha.
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Thank you little Octopi \(•-•\)
~~~~Asher'sPoint of View~~~~
Around me, I hear noise.
Not like a dream.
Real noises, human voices....
Did that mean.....
I was still alive?
I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, nothing.
I was stuck in darkness.
......
......
Am I in a coma?
I couldn't be...
Could I?
No way....
I simply lay there, my mind not working.
Where am I... what am I doing... What....
I felt myself slip in unconciousness again.
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*Graham"s Point of View*
I was shaking.
Panicking, really.
My breathing became heavy, worried.
I didn't know what was happening to Asher.
I didn't know if the police made it there in time....
I knew nothing.
it scared me.
There were so many possibilites.
An image of Asher, laying dead, bleeding out, on his floor, crossed through my mind.
"OH MY GOD!!" I freked out, and threw a show at my door.
It left a dent in the wood.
I couldn't take the suspense.
Tears sprung in my eyes.
What have I done.... He didn't deserve this....
I couldn't live with myself, if he died.
Becaue of me.
Asher tried ending his life... because of me.
The thought killed me.
I ran downstairs.
Grabbing my keys, I hopped Into my car and drove to St.Vincents hospital.
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I honked at everyone.
People were so damn slow...
"Hurry up!!!"
I yelled.
They went and I raced into the parking lot of the hospital.
I slammed my door hut, and ran to the entrance.
The doors slide open, and I walked in, breathless.
Panicking.
Com on Asher.....
"Hello, how may I help y-"
I screamed at the lady.
"What room is Asher Kingston in!!!!! I need to know, NOW!."
She stared at me, and responded.
Looking at her computer, she told me the floor and room number.
"He is on floor 4, room 567."
I spun around, and ran into an elevator.
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"Come on come on, COME ON!!"
The elevator dinged, and the door slid open.
I ran frantically, searching for the right room number.
It seem like forever until I finally reached the 500's.
Then there it was.
I was nearly hyperventilating as I stored at the pale brown door.
It seemed to shrink.
So many things went through my mind.
What if I'm too late....
What if his in a coma???
I breathed in, and shakily, place my hand on the knob, and slowly turned it.
I push the Door open gently.
And There he was.... Lifeless.
Hooked up to life support, just holding on.
In that moment, I broke.......
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With Death Etched In My Heart
RandomI'm that guy you see, alone. The one you call Emo, a fag. To everyone, I'm just that waste of space. No one knows me. I paste this act onto myself everyday, but its all fake..... Asher, a seventeen year old boy, with the worst case of depression an...
