Chapter: Five



“I saw you in my dream last night,” he said down to the grave.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you….”he whispered remembering the night he watched his best friend kill herself.
He could remember it as clear as glass. There was no answer when he knocked on her front door, so he went around to her back yard where he found her sliding glass door half way open. Calling her, her name echoed throughout her house as he walked inside. Stumbling down the carpeted stairs that led into her basement he continued to call her name. She didn’t go to school that day and he wondered if she was sick or something and since they were best friends he decided to check it out just to be sure. When he got to her white bedroom door he began to gently knock, wondering if she was asleep.


“Hey Ash, you in there?” He called bringing his head close to the door. No reply. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed her number, almost instinctively. For a few moments he waited as the phone connection went through to the other line which was Ashes phone. Then on his phone he could hear the dialing began to ring. He was still an inch close to the door, and faintly inside her room he could hear her ring tone going off in the ring that she had set for when he called and only him.
“Ash?!” he called into her room through the door quite loudly. She never left her cell phone in a place that wasn’t in the same room as her. Now he could sense that something quite peculiar was going on and although he didn’t know what was going on yet he could feel that he didn’t like it. He knocked one more time, praying for her to answer the door. Again she didn’t. Taking a step back he raised his left leg, he slammed his foot through her door next to the green rusted brass door knob. With the force of his weight moving towards the door all at once he fell hard onto her polished hard wood floor after the door was out of his way.
He stood up and instantly his eyes shifted over to the puddle of blood next to her bed. He rushed over, scared like a little kid in a fun house.
“Oh my God Ash…” he said as he neared her side, reaching his arm out so that he could lift her arm with the slit opened wrists off from dangling over the side of her bed. Inspecting the deep incisions that had been sliced within her wrists he dialed nine-eleven into his cell phone.
“I need an ambulance!” He said frightened and then gave the operator her address. He hung up as the operator was telling him to calm down and that help would be there shortly. He lifted her back off of her bed and stood there hugging her as tightly as possible.
“Ash…If you don’t make it…” He said as tears began to roll down his face, “I want you to know that I love you…” The tears were smearing his black eyeliner.
“I love you too,” she let out with a deep heavy gasp. He held onto everything that he loved until the paramedics got there; through the entire ride from her house to the hospital he held her cold soft hand. Although he knew that the only thing that he could do at the hospital was sit back and watch as the doctors struggled to pump blood throughout her body to keep her alive. They all knew that failure was their only option, but still they were persistent and only gave up once the E.K.G. monitor had grown a flat line.
She was pronounced dead at six twenty four p.m.

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