God Made Friends So Everyone Wouldn't Kill Themselves
Chapter 5
We walked into the hospital in silence. My dad asked for Andy Mayson's room, and I nearly died when I heard his name.
We rode the elevator to the 4th floor, but they wouldn't let us see him. I sat there in the waiting room, along with my dad and mom. I wouldn't look at my mom, after what I said that morning. And then it hit me. If Andy, dies, then they last thing I said to him was, "fuck you." I felt so guilty, and my only hope was that Andy lived.
I think I might have fallen asleep in my chair, because it was about an hour later when I woke up, even though it seemed like minutes. Soon, some doctor walked into the waiting room. He said, "I'm so sorry, but Andy didn't make it."
I sat there with those words ringing in my ears. I couldn't understand what just happened. I pinched myself to try to wake up from a dream, and I pinched myself so hard i started to bleed.
My dad let me drive home in his car, because he didn't think I could handle staying in that place.
I sat in the car in silence, thinking things over. But when I pulled into the drive way, I saw my brother's old bike sitting there. And that's what broke me down.
I ran up to my room sobbing, and pulled open all my dresser drawers. I threw my clothes all over my room, looking for the knife. When I finally found it, I didn't want to take the time to go to the bathroom. So I flipped the knife out, and pulled up my sleeve. Up near my elbow I ripped the knife into my skin. Blood came rushing forth, in a crimson color. I felt so good, and I wanted to do it again. I started ripping up my arm, and it looked beautiful. I stood there staring at what I had done, but then I stopped. I dropped the knife in disbelief. I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but it wasn't. There, written in my markings, was the one word, Andy.
We rode the elevator to the 4th floor, but they wouldn't let us see him. I sat there in the waiting room, along with my dad and mom. I wouldn't look at my mom, after what I said that morning. And then it hit me. If Andy, dies, then they last thing I said to him was, "fuck you." I felt so guilty, and my only hope was that Andy lived.
I think I might have fallen asleep in my chair, because it was about an hour later when I woke up, even though it seemed like minutes. Soon, some doctor walked into the waiting room. He said, "I'm so sorry, but Andy didn't make it."
I sat there with those words ringing in my ears. I couldn't understand what just happened. I pinched myself to try to wake up from a dream, and I pinched myself so hard i started to bleed.
My dad let me drive home in his car, because he didn't think I could handle staying in that place.
I sat in the car in silence, thinking things over. But when I pulled into the drive way, I saw my brother's old bike sitting there. And that's what broke me down.
I ran up to my room sobbing, and pulled open all my dresser drawers. I threw my clothes all over my room, looking for the knife. When I finally found it, I didn't want to take the time to go to the bathroom. So I flipped the knife out, and pulled up my sleeve. Up near my elbow I ripped the knife into my skin. Blood came rushing forth, in a crimson color. I felt so good, and I wanted to do it again. I started ripping up my arm, and it looked beautiful. I stood there staring at what I had done, but then I stopped. I dropped the knife in disbelief. I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but it wasn't. There, written in my markings, was the one word, Andy.