Never-Ending Story Of Our FAVORITE 3 Guys!

"I can't live here anymore. I have to go." Tré sobbed.
"No, I don't know what I'm gonna do! I can't leave."
He climbed into the room again.
"Oh, they've locked the door."

Later...
"I have to go check Tré." Billie said and went upstairs.
"Tré open up." Billie said banging the door.
He didn't get any answer.
Billie opened the door and saw Tré.
"I'm just nothing, I don't excist, I'm the bad one..." Tré cried as he cut himself deeply in the arm.

Give me that! Billie yelled as he ran across the room and attempted to grab the knife out of tres hand.
No get of tre said, waving the knife away from him.
Give it to me! Billie screamed as he made a dive for it and grabbed it.
Tre pulled it away again and billie realized he had grabbed the blade end of the knife at the same point tre etched a long deep cut across billies hand.

ARGH billie screamed cradling hid hand just as mike and adie rushed into the room.
Tre dropped the knife.
Mike noticed the cuts all along tres arms at the same point adie noticed the pool of blood spreading across billies shirt where he held his hand.

Billie! Adie screamed as he passed out from the blood loss.
Where did you get the knife? Mike asked tre quietly as adie rushed to the phone to call an ambulance.

Tré didn't answer. He was crying. He grabbed the knife again and started to cut himself in the arms even deeper.
"I should die, I've killed my best friend, let me die..." Tré cried as he cut himself.
"Tré! Stop it!" Mike said but Tré didn't seem to hear.
"I wanna DIE!!" Tré screamed and cut himself in the arm so deep that he lost a lot of blood.
"ADIE!!" Mike screamed as Tré dropped the knife and fell to the ground.
"Dad... You're horrible... But I love you... Goodbye." Tré said before he started to cough.
Mike checked the neck, where he had cut himself deeply many times.
"He has cut himself on the neck too! Adie!!" Mike cried as Adie came running.

"Kill me..." Tré moaned.
"NO! I'm not! Please be alive!!" Mike cried.
Tré passed out.
"He's dead!!" Mike screamed.
"No! His heart is still pounding and he's breathing!" Adie said.

I've called the ambulance! Adie said they should be here any minute, il try wake billie, just keep pressure on the deepest cuts!
Mike put his hands over tres neck and tried to stop the bleeding.

Billie, billie! Wake up! Adie said shaking him, wake up she sobbed.
Billie started to stir.
Adie looked hopeful.
Wha.. What's happening? Billie said, god my hand kills!
It's ok adie said hugging him, it's ok the ambulance will be here soon.

What's wrong with tre ? Billie asked, he was fine...
Hecht himself again after you passed out mike said.

Just then the paramedics came and two of the took over looking after tre while one looked after billie.

"No... Let me die..." Tré cried as he woke up.
He found a knife in his pocket and started to cut himself again.
"Get off me! I'm gonna die!" Tré cried as he cut himself deeply.
"Frank, give me the knife." One of the paramedics said.
"No... No, never..." Tré cried as he cut himself even deeper.
He dropped the knife once again and passed out.

"Is, is he OK?" Billie asked.
"No. He needs blood. Someone here that has the same bloodgroup as Frank?"
"I... I have." Mike sobbed.
"Come here. We can stay here."

"Tré...? Come on, wake up!" Billie cried.
Billie saw all the cuts and some of them were lifethreathening.
"So that's why he never came to school that month..." Billie cried even more.
"What do you mean?" Adie asked as she rubbed Billie on the back.
"One month he didn't come to school... I thought it was because of his dad... But he had cut himself..." Billie bursted out crying.
"But we're not going to the hospital anymore hunny! They said that we could be here!" Adie said.
"But... He's unhappy! Why didn't he tell us...?" Billie cried.
"Maybe cause... He don't want us to feel the pain." Mike said as he had returned.

"Eeerhrr..." Tré moaned.
"Tré, Tré. You're alive, right?" Mike asked.
"Don't touch me dad! I don't wanna be alive!" Tré said.
"Give me the knife!"
"No!" Mike said.
"Whatever, I have one somewhere here." Tré said and started to search through his pockets.

Within a few seconds, Tre had fished through his pocket and found a small knife. He quickly pulled it out and stared at it for a second. Mike took this opportunity to yank the knife out of Tre's hand and throw it on the floor.

"Give that back!" Tre shouted, trying to get up.
"No! I won't!" Mike growled, blocking Tre from reclaiming the knife.
"Where the hell is that ambulance?!" Billie yelled.

"I don't need one!" Tré said storming out of the room.
He walked towards a table where he grabbed a kitchenknife.
"Oh my God! No Tré!" Billie screamed.
"My name, is not Tré! It's Frank!" Tré screamed with the kitchenknife in the air.
"OK, OK Frank. Give me the knife." Billie said.
"No. I wanna be alone! I wanna decide for myself!" Tré screamed.

"You can't! You're not grown up yet!" Mike said.
"Yes I am! I've been alone all my life dad!! Where have you been?!" Tré screamed with tears in his eyes.
"I've..." Mike said, but he didn't know what he was about to say.
"Right! You've been gone!!" Tré cried.
"Billie and Mike have their parents, while I only have... Nothing!!" Tré cried.
"No, wait a minute. That's not true. Billie doesn't have a father! And you have friends!!" Mike screamed.

"No I don't. They never asked why I was so sad, why I was gone for a month." Tré dropped the knife.
"I don't have any friends." Tré started to cry.
"Yes you have! I'm still your friend. Mike too." Billie said and hugged Tré.
"But... Mike's not here! He's gone!" Tré cried quietly.

"Maybe...they...I...it..." Mike racked his brain trying to think of something to say. "Just...just calm down...uh...Frank..."

"The ambulance is coming in a minute, he's going to be fine, he's going to be fine..." Billie muttered to himself, closing his eyes and trying to think.

Tre, overhearing him, shouted, "For the last time, I don't need an ambulance!" He then turned around and started running down the hallway."
"Where's he going?" Mike said to nobody in particular.
"I'm leaving! I'm sick of this place!" Tre answered, not even stopping to look back.

"Please, come back!" Mike cried.
"I can't live here anymore, I don't have any life." Tré cried quietly as he was running.
"Get a knife and kill myself, that's the plan."
"Tré, umm, Frank! Come back!!" Billie screamed.
Tré suddenly fell down and Billie ran after.
"Ohh, I'm bleeding... Now it's only sex and booze that's missing..." Tré laughed.
"G-give me that knife."
"No! You're gonna be OK, I'm still your friend!!" Billie said.
"Don't bother." Tré coughed.
"I found it." He said and held the knife up.
"Give-"
"No, I'm, it's my knife." Tré said and cut himself in the arm.

"Give me the knife," Billie demanded, his voice cold and teeth clenched. He held out his hand, trying to convince Tre to drop the blade, but he still wouldn't give in.
"Why are you even trying?" he said, starting to cough again. He dropped to his knees, still coughing.

"Oh my God, Tre!" Mike yelled, starting to panic even more.
"It's FRANK!" Tre protested. "And leave me alone! I don't ever want to see you again!"

Tré keept coughing but he still wouldn't give after.
"Let me help you!" Billie screamed.
"No! I don't want you too!" Tré coughed.
Tré held his hands on his chest, like he was choking.

"Mike!! Get him the inhalor!!" Billie screamed.
"NO!! I won't! Go away!!" Tré coughed.
"Here Billie, force him! Listen to us Tré!" Mike screamed.
"IT'S FRANK!!" Tré coughed.
"We don't care! Now breathe!!" Billie screamed and forced the inhalor into Tré's mouth.

Tré fell down. Blood dripped from the bleeding arms. Billie and Mike stood there watching him. What should they do now?

"Oh my God...oh my God...oh my God..." Mike said, trying to focus. "Is he dead?"

"Wait...I...I think he's still breathing," Billie answered. "Tre! Can you hear me?"

No response.

"Oh God. We've got to act fast or--"

Suddenly, Billie was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"It's them! The ambulance is finally here!" Mike said, breathing a sigh of relief and running to answer the door.

Mike opened the door. The paramedics that were in the room already, told the others what happened.
"Billie... Did you know...?" Mike asked.
"No. But I had my thoughts. He was always sad, remember." Billie asked with tears in his eyes.
"Yeah, and he always had shirts with long sleeves." Mike replied, also crying.
"And we really didn't know that he was... A rebel."
"We thought he was the kind, friendly Tré." Billie said.
"But no."

"LET ME GO!!" Tré screamed as the paramedics tried to get him into the ambulance.
"I don't need to!"
"Yes you do. What's your name?" Another paramedic asked.
"None of your business!!" Tré screamed.
"Let me go you bastards!!"

ahahahahaha i read the wresting masks and i hope it leads to the network..lol

"I think we're gonna have to sedate him," one paramedic said as Tre struggled to free himself of their grasp.
"No! Let me go! I don't need you, I'm perfectly fine!" Tre screeched, flailing his arms around in a feeble attempt to punch any of the paramedics. "Knife! I need a knife!"
"It's gonna be okay, sir!" another paramedic shouted, trying to calm him down. He pulled out a syringe and injected a sedative into Tre's arm. "Just relax."

oopsie. we posted at the same time...there's too many people working on the story now.

Whoopsie.

thenimrod:

"I think we're gonna have to sedate him," one paramedic said as Tre struggled to free himself of their grasp.
"No! Let me go! I don't need you, I'm perfectly fine!" Tre screeched, flailing his arms around in a feeble attempt to punch any of the paramedics. "Knife! I need a knife!"
"It's gonna be okay, sir!" another paramedic shouted, trying to calm him down. He pulled out a syringe and injected a sedative into Tre's arm. "Just relax."

Let's start over from here.

"AAH, what the hell?!" Tré screamed.
"Stop it!! I don't need you!"
"Let me go!!! I'm not sick! I'm fine!!"
"What are you doing to him?" Adie asked worried.
"We're trying to get him to sleep again."
"Billie!!! Help me! They're kidnapping meee!!!" Tré screamed and looked at Billie with fear.
"Nooo, I can't let you do this." Billie said as he saw the pain in Tré's eyes.

"What are you doing? Stop it, please! It hurts!!" Tré cried.
"Think of something nice." One of the female paramedics said.
"But no!! Stop it! I can't stand it!!" Tré screamed.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"I'm 1-13." Tré cried.
"OK, what's your name then?" She asked with a gentle voice.
"F-Frank."
"Good. You are gonna be OK Frank."

"Are you sure he'll be fine?" Adie asked, still far from content. "He certainly doesn't look like it."
"We'll do the best we can," the same paramedic responded. "He's going to need a lot of help after this."
Billie and Mike just watched in horror, hardly believing what had just happened. It felt like some sort of twisted dream. This was the kind of thing that always happened to someone else...

"Why, why can't I breathe?" Tré asked.
"Help me!! I can't..."
"It's normal. Don't worry Frank. We'll make you feel better." The paramedic said.
"But... I don't..." Tré coughed.
"Help him!" Billie screamed and tried to run to Tré, but Adie held him back.
"He'll be fine." Adie said.

"Please! I, no!" Tré struggled to get away.
"Tré!" Billie screamed once again.
"Mike?" Billie looked at Mike, he could see that Mike suffered just as him.
"No!! Please, make it stop!" Tré cried.
"Let me go!!"
Tré struggled and he did break through their arms.
He ran to Mike and hugged him.
"Dad... Dad, help me!" Tré cried quietly.