Bitter Sweet, chapter 4
Still Billie's P.O.V
There was my best friend, the guy who has been there for me, helped me through everything, lying in a puddle of his own blood, with a razor next to him. I was lost for words. I heard sirens getting nearer. I looked at Tre; the tears were dripping down his face. My eyes were stinging as the tears escaped down my cheeks. Mark just stood there, also crying silently.
The paramedics came in and lifted Mike into a stretcher and put him in the ambulance. Tre and me followed in the car, Mark was going to come to the hospital later on.
It was a silent drive to the hospital. We were both crying silently, Tre kept his eyes on the road. I looked down and saw some of the junk on the floor of the car. There were some trainers, drumsticks, gone off food and then I saw some old photos, I picked them up. They were of Me, Mike and Tre. When we were hanging out in the park. There was one that Tre took of me with my arm around Mike, when we were sitting in the park. Looking at the photos made me cry even more. But now my brain was thinking things that I wished it wouldn't.
What if he dies??? I can't imagine my life without Mike! Crap, I told him I hated him! ... This is my entire fault! Ahhh why the hell did I say those things to him!
We reached the hospital and went to the desk.
"Hello, May I help you?" asked the secretary.
"Yeah were looking for a Mr. Pritchard," said Tre.
She typed something into a computer and then looked up.
"Yes Mr. Pritchard is in a critical state at the moment. So you won't be able to see him just yet, but the room is 206."
We thanked the lady and started walking to the stairs to go to the next floor. We saw the room and sat outside it, as we knew the doctors wouldn't let us in yet.
"Bill?" said Tre, I looked up at his tear stained face.
"Yeah Tre?"
"What if he doesn't pull through?" asked Tre the tears running down his face again
I looked at the floor, "He will Tre, He will," I said, but not sure
"Billie, he was so depressed he wanted to die. DIE!" sobbed Tre, getting really emotional. This was weird for me. I hardly ever see Tre cry; he's always so hyper and happy.
Then the words sunk in. "He wanted to die" I whispered. Thoughts swirling through my mind. He was so upset he didn't want to live anymore!
"I thought Mike was the least likely person to commit suicide though," Tre Mumbled.
"But he did," I said
"What's going to happen?" asked Tre.
That was a question I wanted to answer. I wanted to say that Mike would be fine, and everyone was going to be happy and this would all be a bad memory. But I couldn't. This was real. This was happening. It was a living nightmare.
There was my best friend, the guy who has been there for me, helped me through everything, lying in a puddle of his own blood, with a razor next to him. I was lost for words. I heard sirens getting nearer. I looked at Tre; the tears were dripping down his face. My eyes were stinging as the tears escaped down my cheeks. Mark just stood there, also crying silently.
The paramedics came in and lifted Mike into a stretcher and put him in the ambulance. Tre and me followed in the car, Mark was going to come to the hospital later on.
It was a silent drive to the hospital. We were both crying silently, Tre kept his eyes on the road. I looked down and saw some of the junk on the floor of the car. There were some trainers, drumsticks, gone off food and then I saw some old photos, I picked them up. They were of Me, Mike and Tre. When we were hanging out in the park. There was one that Tre took of me with my arm around Mike, when we were sitting in the park. Looking at the photos made me cry even more. But now my brain was thinking things that I wished it wouldn't.
What if he dies??? I can't imagine my life without Mike! Crap, I told him I hated him! ... This is my entire fault! Ahhh why the hell did I say those things to him!
We reached the hospital and went to the desk.
"Hello, May I help you?" asked the secretary.
"Yeah were looking for a Mr. Pritchard," said Tre.
She typed something into a computer and then looked up.
"Yes Mr. Pritchard is in a critical state at the moment. So you won't be able to see him just yet, but the room is 206."
We thanked the lady and started walking to the stairs to go to the next floor. We saw the room and sat outside it, as we knew the doctors wouldn't let us in yet.
"Bill?" said Tre, I looked up at his tear stained face.
"Yeah Tre?"
"What if he doesn't pull through?" asked Tre the tears running down his face again
I looked at the floor, "He will Tre, He will," I said, but not sure
"Billie, he was so depressed he wanted to die. DIE!" sobbed Tre, getting really emotional. This was weird for me. I hardly ever see Tre cry; he's always so hyper and happy.
Then the words sunk in. "He wanted to die" I whispered. Thoughts swirling through my mind. He was so upset he didn't want to live anymore!
"I thought Mike was the least likely person to commit suicide though," Tre Mumbled.
"But he did," I said
"What's going to happen?" asked Tre.
That was a question I wanted to answer. I wanted to say that Mike would be fine, and everyone was going to be happy and this would all be a bad memory. But I couldn't. This was real. This was happening. It was a living nightmare.
