Don't Tell

Chapter 11: Im Hearing What You Say But I Just Cant Make A Sound

Carly's pov.

Sarah arrived about an hour ago. She was in tears. I didn't know how to make her feel better, seeing that I was as scared as she was.

"Carly," Andy looked at me, "Do you know where he could be?"

I thought about it for a second, then it clicked. "Yes!"

"Pete and Joe, you guys go with her," Andy smiled weakly. "Sarah, you stay here with me."

I stared away until Pete snapped me out of my daze, "Lets go. We're gonna find him."

I shook as I stepped outside. "Which way?" Joe asked

"That way!" I pointed to the left. "It's about a 5 minute run,"

Pete and Joe sprinted and I followed.

We were about 3/4 of the way there when Pete stopped. "Shouldn't we call someone? Like the police?"

"We will as soon as we're sure he's there."

We continued running until I stopped. "That's the place,"

Joe ran to the door. He turned the knob, and a piece of paper fell to the floor. He read it and looked at me. He then ran inside.

I ran in after, "Patrick?" I called as did Pete and Joe. "Search the place."

I ran upstairs. I looked in the first room. Nothing.

Second room. Nothing.

Third room. Nothing.

Fourth room. Something. "P-P-P-PATRICK!!" I screamed.

There, on the floor, was Patrick. Lacerations covered his body and he was bleeding from a gunshot wound.

I ran to his motionless body. I Gently tapped his face. "Patrick? Patrick please! Wake up! Wake up!" I couldn't help myself. I scooped him into my arms, "I need you,"

I looked up and saw Pete and Joe rushing in. Joe already called the police because he had his phone in his hand. In the other, there was the note.

"H-h-he is-isn't b-b-br-breathing."

"No," Joes voice was barely audible.

Sirens blared outside. Pete left to bring them up here.

In the blink of an eye, Patrick was being pried from my grip and pushed onto a stretcher.

Words were jumbled in my head. Everyone was talking and I could only pick out the ones that I wanted. Dead. Alive. Chance. Save. Live. Die.

I began to hyperventilate. My breath hitched as I backed into the corner of the room. I can't breathe. I can open my mouth but my lungs refuse to take in air. My thirsty lungs are incapable of doing their job.

I felt arms snake around me. I look up to see Petes tear stained face. "Carly, calm down. You need to breathe."

"I....... Can't," Fuck you asthma.

"Carly. Calm down."

I couldn't. Not now. Not knowing that Patrick might be dead. I think this might be the worst panic/asthma attack I've ever had. I can't receive oxygen. I can't do anything except watch as one of the paramedics directs his attention towards me.

"Hey," he said, concern written all over his face. "Sweetheart, you need to calm down," Thanks for the info, dumbass.

"I-I-I'm.......... trying...." I choked.

"As long as you're trying." He smiled a fake smile.

My. Eyes directed to the door. The door tat Patrick was being carried out of.

"Carly, stop." Pete almost screamed. that's when I realized my eyes were closing.

I watched as a oxygen mask was slipped over my face. "P-Patrick..." Was the las thing I said before darkness crept over me.

--a/n--

I'm RLLY proud of this chapter tbh. WHO WANTS ANOTHER UPDATE?!?! What was on that note? Joe knows. I love making you guys wonder. FOR FUTURE REFERENCE I HATE HAVING LONG TORTURE CHAPTERS! U WANT THEM TO BE FOUND! So dats how I write it. Should this be running through a 12 year old mind?

Btw I had a RLLY bad panic attack today. I was in the hospital half the day so.... Carly is feeling what I felt.

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

Emily aka foblvr