haters.

chapter 2.

the next day I came back to check on grant. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. i knocked again. still no answer. i turned the doorknob. it was unlocked. I walked in and faintly heard a sound that was new to me. I'd never heard it before. but it didn't sound good. and it was coming from grants room.

i ran upstairs and pounded on the door as the noise got louder. it sounded like he was choking. i tried to turn the knob but the door was locked.

I'd seen it in movies but I figured it would be extremely painful. oh we'll it had to be done. I backed up and went flying through his door. I was a little dazed from the blow but then I realized what was going on.

there was grant hanging from the ceiling fan, struggling. he was still alive. I jumped up forgetting about my possibly dislocated shoulder. I grabbed something to cut him down and cut the rope as fast as I could.

he was barely breathing and almost unconscious. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911 as fast as my trembling hands could. I was barely breathing too.

"hello 911 operator what I your emergency?"

"my uh fiend uh he tried to uh h-h-hang himself."

"is he still breathing ma'am?"

"uh I think so"

"we're on our way."

tears started to stream down my face as grants limp lifeless body laid on the floor. his neck was purple from where the rope had been. I bent down my tears running off my face and on to his shirt.

"hang in there." I whispered

I noticed his phone was nearby. I picked it up and unlocked it. when I did numerous hate comment cam up on twitter.

"oh grant, you've got to stop believing all this."

the paramedics came and even though they insisted I stay I screamed until they let me ride along with grant. I wasn't going to leave him. I hopped in the ambulance my face stained with tears. I grabbed grant's hand.

"it's gonna be okay." I whispered. " I promise."