Chapter 6
I walked into Nick’s room a half an hour later to see AJ sleeping
in the bed across from Nick’s and a tube with flowing blood connected to his
arm going into Nick’s.
I sat down by Nick’s bed and studied his face. He looked like he was in a nightmare and
couldn’t wake up. I held onto his hand
and felt tears sting my eyes as they fell down my cheeks.
“Why did you do this,
Nick? Was it because I wasn’t there?” I
asked as I took a deep breath and listened to the beeping sounds of the
machines. I watched the blood flow from AJ’s body and into Nick’s.
I started to pray, wishing that this was a nightmare, and that I
was in that position, instead of Nick.
I had to know why, why the funny and happy guy I use to know would try
to kill himself. I got up out of my seat
and walked out of Nick’s room and found Howie walking towards me.
“Bri, where you going?”
Howie asked.
“I need to go to Nick’s house.
I want to know what drove him to this,” I said.
“Will you be ok?” Howie asked.
“Yeah, call me if anything happens to anyone,” I said as Howie
nodded, and I walked towards the exit. I
walked to the rental car and got into it.
I put the key in the ignition and drove off towards Nick’s house.
I pulled into Nick’s driveway and got out of the car. I walked to the front door and picked up the
Beavis and Butthead “Buzz Off” mat and found the spare key. I put the key into the lock and heard a click
as the door opened.
I walked into the front room and gasped at what I saw. There was a trail of dry blood on the floor,
along with twenty to thirty opened beer cans that were empty.
I saw little packets of white stuff on the floor as I went and
picked it up. I looked at it more
closely and noticed it was cocaine. How
could he do this?
I put down the packet and
followed the dry trail of blood into the bathroom. I felt my stomach turn as I saw a puddle of
dry blood on the floor and a razor blade.
This couldn’t be true. Had Nick
really tried to kill himself?
Well, of course he
did. The proof was right here in front
of my eyes.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where I saw
knife carvings on the walls. I read the
carvings as I began to cry. The carvings
were too painful to read, and the horrible thing was, I knew they were true.
I couldn’t take this
anymore. Why couldn’t we just understand
Nick didn’t want to sing anymore and just help him instead of abandon him? Then again, no one knew it would go this
far.
I wanted to die knowing I
had played a role in putting nick in pain, but now he was suffering, and here
we, the ones who put him to this, were, suffering to see our friend like this.
I took a knife from the drawer and held it to my neck. I closed my eyes, and thoughts ran through my
head, as I dropped the knife, and it clattered to the ground.
I walked quickly towards the door and shut it behind me, as I got
into the car and drove back to the hospital.
As I was driving to the hospital my cell phone started to ring. I
picked it up and pressed the talk button.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Bri, its Howie. Kevin’s
unconscious again; he has eternal bleeding in his stomach, and they’re taking
him into surgery,” he said, as his voice trembled.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes, Howie,” I said as I pressed on
the gas pedal and sped off down the street.
I parked the car and walked in, seeing Howie sitting down in down in one
of the cars.
“Hey, Howie,” I said as he
looked at me.
“Hey, Bri, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said as I sat
down next to him and stared off into space.
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