A Smile That Could Kill.

Chapter 9

*Blake's P.O.V*

I never knew how much this kid meant to Mason. I didn't even know they were even friends. Mason's eyes were staring at the door, like a RPG locked onto its target. I tried talking to him but he just ignored me, as if he was in a whole different world then our own. I nudged Brooke trying to start a conversation and distract him. She glanced at me for a second, before returning her eyes to the door. After about 30 minutes a doctor came out, Mason stood up and  suprisingly so did Brooke. He had shaggy blonde hair and looked about in his forties, average height with a look of despair on his face. He was silent for a few seconds before taking a breath. " Sir, my name is Dr. Zapkin, and I am your friends doctor. It seems he had tried to commit suic-" Brooke stepped towards the doctor and before I could stop her she slapped him, not fierce but hard enough for it to leave a red mark. "We don't care what your name is or who you are, just god damnit tell us how he is.!"  I grabbed her and pulled her backwards. She tried to get out of my grasp buut I pulled her and made her sit in the chair behind us. He told us with a stern mad face, " he's not breathing and we cannot do anything else to help him. Come say youuur goodbye's we are trying to help him maybe youur presence will help him." Mason stood still as silent tears streamed down his face.

*John's P.O.V.*

I had done it. Finally. No one was here to stop me, black surrounded me. I could taste death on my lips, pure, simple. No one had wanted me here, they had told me to do this plenty of times, I just had not thought of how. This time i had done it, I had shown them all. Is this what death feels like? I can still breathe, but slowly. I hear voices, speaking faintly.  I am dead, so why do I still feel alive? I guess I'm the only person who can answer that. Why did I do this? It felt so good, like when I first put that blade across my skin. Pain is relief.  The blood streaming like a weak river, down my arm dripping onto the floor. All the pain had been subsided, but now, this overwelming pain. There was no else way to stop it this time. I heard myself croaking, choking on nothing, no air into my lungs. The air was fighting against me, battling me for its title of death. I could no longer feel what was happening, I could no longer breathe in that air, for it was vicious. My life was turned around. In a matter of seconds, death had entered my body.