*Graham*
"Jesus chirst!!!"
I fell to the ground, by the bed.
"I'm so sorry Ash....!"
I sobbed.
His wrists had deep gashes gouged into them, his skin pale.
His eyes were filmy and hallow.
He looked inhuman, dead, lifeless.
I felt my body weaken.
I killed him...
I killed Asher Kingston.
I'm a murderer....
I cried, harder then I ever have.
My hands tore at my hair, my legs writhing on the floor.
I beat my fists on the cold, tiled ground, hearing the heart more monitor beep.
Crying....
Endlessly...
The wouldnt stop coming, the tears.
I was weak.
I was drained from sobbing.
My eyes were sore, and probably bloodshot.
My whole body ached....
My legs were weak, but I stood up.
I looked down at Asher.
Hecouldn'tbegone....
No....!
Hewasjustholdingon....
I shook him.
"Asher, apAsher, wake up, please..."
I shook a little more.
His body was so weak.
And cold...
"ASHER!!
ASHER PLEASE?!!!
YOU CANT DO THIS!!
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!"
I was screaming at his unmoving body.
Nurses and doctors ran in.
I felt hands on me.
Pulling me away.
Away from Asher.
I fought against them.
I gripped onto the bed rails, and yelled.
"No, get off!!"
I kicked a woman in the knee and she fell over with a gasp.
A man's voice boomed in the room.
"Excuse me, sir. This kind of behavior is not tolerated. If you cannot control yourself, I'm afraid well have to escort you out."
He walked over to Asher.
"Son, he can't hear you.
He can't talk, think, anything.
He's immobile.
In a coma.
He's suffered extreme blood loss, his heart nearly failed.
His organs are nearly destroyed, from drug overdosing.
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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...
