Jack's POV

"Fuck! What could you possibly want?!" I shouted at Alex, removing the blade from my wrist. The tears were not stopping now.

"I'm sorry, Jack!" Alex shouted as he moved closer to me, picking up the towel.

He pulled me over to him and wrapped the towel around my wrist. I tried fighting it but Alex was always the stronger one.

"Why are you sorry, Alex? I'm finally giving you what you asked for. I'll be gone. Life will be better." I smiled sadly as I felt my life draining out.

I noticed tears beginning to fall from Alex's eyes as he pulled out his phone. I heard him talking to a 911 operator before I lost consciousness. I felt Alex's tears hit my face as he kept mumbling "Stay with me." or "I can't lose you."
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Alex's POV

No. No. This had all gone wrong. I can't lose Jack. Despite how much I fight it, I still love him. As soon as I had his wrists wrapped in the towel, I called 911. The tears wouldn't stop falling as I spoke through sobs.

"H-Hello, Ma'm? I need an ambulance. My best friend just attempted suicide." I began sobbing again as I held Jack in my arms. I knew he couldn't hear me but I needed to say this.

"I love you." I managed to get out through sobs. Way to fuck things up big time, Alex. You should be the one attempting suicide. Not Jack. You're the fuck up here. An all too familiar voice rang in his head. My medication was suppose to take care of it. No. It can't be back.

I sobbed harder as the voice kept telling me bad things. I was surprised it was on Jack's side. It was usually against Jack. It was a big part of the reason I stopped hanging out with Jack.

"Shut the fuck up! I thought you were gone!" I shouted as I held my hands to my head.

I didn't need that horrible voice to be back at a time like this. I heard the sound of a siren wailing as the paramedics came and picked up Jack. I held onto him but was forced to let go.

"You can ride right next to him." One of the men carrying Jack told me.

I nodded and continued sobbing as I made my way next to Jack in the ambulance. I sat there feeling completely helpless.

This is your fault, faggot. The voice snapped at me.

Shut the fuck up. I thought angrily as I covered my face with my hands. This shouldn't be happening. I took my medication this morning.

My eyes grew wide with shock and I shook my head. I remembered I had a headache and took mdeicine for that instead of the other type.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I thought as sobs wrecked my body.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital quickly and I ran out of the vehicle. They wouldn't let me go back with Jack and I put up quite a fight. I begged and pleaded but they made me stay in the waiting room until he was stable.

I told you that you're just a fuck up. Look, you made Jack kill himself. Great job. The voice rang out and I shook my head.

"No. No. No!" I shouted the last no and earned a few stares from people around me. I couldn't handle this. I wanted to die right now. I knew I couldn't though because I needed to be here for Jack.

Sobbing into my hands, I was greeted by a nurse who said I could come back to see Jack.