Chapter 9
“Brian,” I heard Kevin’s
weak voice say as I looked up at him.
“Hey, Kev, how you feeling?” I asked trying to hide my sadness.
“Ok. just tired. How’s
Nick?” he asked.
I cringed at that name as Kevin looked at me.
“He’s awake,” I said dully.
“Brian, what’s wrong?” Kevin asked.
“Well, if you would of saw what I saw and would have been awake
during our argument, you would of heard,” I said sadly thinking back just to a
few hours ago.
“Brian, tell me, please,” Kevin said, his voice filled with
sincerity.
“I went to his house the other day and saw opened beer cans,
cocaine, and the razor blade he used to cut himself. I asked him why, and his words mainly were
that I caused him to do it because I wasn’t there,” I said as tears filled my
eyes.
“So all he wanted was attention?” Kevin asked.
“No there’s still more. I saw knife carvings on the wall. “I hate them”, “I wish they would die”, and
more painful carvings, but all those were caused by the cocaine and the alcohol
mixing in,” I said as I saw Kevin’s own eyes fill with tears.
I heard a knock on the door and saw Howie standing there.
“Hey, Kev,” Howie said as he walked over and hugged him.
“Hey, Howie, what’s wrong?” Kev asked as Howie looked at us.
“A social worker wants to talk with Brian,” Howie said.
“Why me?” I asked. “I don’t
need it. Nick needs it more then
me. He’s the crazy lunatic!”
Howie and Kevin looked at me.
“Bri, please go. He already
talked to Nick, and Nick told him about your argument, and he wants to help
you” Howie said, with pleading eyes.
“Ok, I’ll go. Where is he?”
I asked, as I sighed.
“Right by Nick’s door,” Howie said as I got up.
“See ya later, Kev,” I said, as I walked out and went to Nick’s
door.
“Hello, Brian. My name is
Dr. Kindale,” he said, as he stuck out his hand, and I shook it.
“Hello,” I said as Dr. Kindale looked at me.
“We could talk here or in my office,” he said.
“Here’s good,” I said as we both sat down. “Why exactly am I
here?” I asked, as he looked up at me.
“Nick wanted me to talk to you.
He thought maybe I could help your friendship along by helping you
understand why Nick did this to himself,” Dr. Kindale said, as I sighed.
“I know why already. I saw
the whole thing,” I said.
“You witnessed it? Nick
told me you were in Texas at the time,” he asked, giving me a confusing look.
“I saw it all in a dream when I was waiting for results on Nick
and my cousin,” I said.
“Then why did you ask Nick why he tried to kill himself for?”
“Because I wanted to know if it was because of me, because of the
cocaine and alcohol taking affect or because he wanted the attention he wasn’t
getting anymore,” I said.
“It was the affect of the alcohol and the cocaine. The carvings
are another example of the two mixing together,” Dr. Kindale said as I nodded.
I heard a beep and saw Mr. Kindale look at his pager.
“Hopefully you and Nick could work this out,” he said as he looked
back at me.
“I’m going to talk to him as soon as you’re done asking me
questions,” I said.
“Well, I’m done. You may go
ahead,” Dr. Kindale said, as I nodded and walked into Nick’s room.
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