Sing It Out

Jack's POV:
I hear sirens and I slowly open my eyes, my head still hurting. I slowly get up and I feel two hands on me, "don't sit up." I look up and see a woman, "what?" "You have a concussion, please lay back down." "Where am I?" "Outside of the venue you were in. The concert got shut down." I look around and I don't see May. "Where's my sister?" "Please lay back down." "Where's my sister," I ask sternly. "I said lay down." "NO. I want to know where my sister is." I look out of the ambulance and I see a few cops walk past. I see another open ambulance and a person on a gurney and it has a cover over them. My heart beat picks up. They push the gurney onto the ambulance and the arm falls out of the cover, "MAY!!"
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"JACK!," my mom screams and runs over to me, my dad and uncle behind her. She reaches me and holds me tightly, sobbing into my shoulder. "My baby, are you okay." "I'm okay mom." "Where's May?" I stay silent and close my eyes tightly. "Mam we can tell you about your daughter," I hear a man say behind me. We look at the cop, mom's hands shaking. "Where's my baby?" "Mam, your daughter got stabbed in the heart by a male, he had somehow sneaked in a pocket knife. And from interviews, he did it while they were in the mosh pit." I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Mom starts sobbing more and she hugs dad. My knees go weak but my uncle keeps me up. "We're sorry about your daughter." "May!!," mom cries and dad holds her tighter. The cops tell us that we need to leave and that we'll be contacted in the morning about May. My uncle goes to May's car to drive it home and I go with my parents in their car.

I stare out the window the ride home, the night sky pitch black. I slowly start crying and close my eyes. My parents don't bother to turn on the radio, staying silent. How do the cops expect us to stay calm, go home, sleep, and act like nothing has happened. How do they expect me to sleep and act like nothing has happened. This is all my fault. I'm the one who begged May to come tonight, I'm the one who got her to sneak out. I should have protected her better.

We pull into the drive way and I quickly jump out of the car and run to the back of the house, my parents don't yell for me. I unlock the gate and push it open and run into the yard. I stare up at the sky, tears rolling down my face. "I'm so sorry May," I whisper. I kick one of the old trash cans over and keep kicking out, I let out a yell and drop to my knees. "This is all my fault," I whisper harshly. I lay down on the grass and hug myself, closing my eyes tightly. "All my fault."
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"Jack, Jack come inside." I open my eyes, its morning now. I look up and see that its my uncle. "Come on Jack, you were out here all night." He slowly helps me up and I stumble a bit. He helps me inside and I step away from him when we get in the house. I go upstairs and get to my room and go in the bathroom. I look in the mirror, my face swollen from where the guy had punched me. My head still hurting a bit. I turn on my shower and take off my clothes, dropping them onto the floor into a small pile. I get in the shower and stand there, letting the hot water hit me. I close my eyes and breathe slowly, last night coming back. I know I saw something shiny before I blacked out. Like a pocket knife. The image of red blood splattering on it filling my mind. I open my eyes and see my razor. I stare at it for a bit, still having the image of red blood splattering onto it, covering the shine of the blade. I grab my razor and stare at it more before breaking it apart so that the blades were free.

The image still filling my mind, I know only one way to get that image to go away. I hold out my clean wrist, I have never cut before. I hold the blade to my wrist and press down, I bite my lower lip as I made the blade penetrate my skin and bite my lip more as I slid the blade across my wrist. I drop the blade onto the shower floor and put a hand onto the wall, letting out a deep breath. I breathe heavy and watch my blood run through the water as I rinsed the cut. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, it hurt a lot, but I can only imagine the pain that May felt. My pain only being a small amount compared to hers. I open my eyes and stare at my wrist. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that pain May, I swear I'll experience that pain as well so I can learn my lesson," I whisper.

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