-Taylex-
Chapter 10:
I ran over to Jack's body, passing the police ribbon. The policemen darted for me but the headteacher stopped them, giving me a sympathetic look. "JACK! WAKE UP JACK, W-W-WAKE UP." Tears wear uncontrollably dripping down my cheeks. "Jacky, wake up." I lifted his body. His perfect face was now crushed and covered in bruises and cuts-covering his face in blood. I put my hand over my mouth. "Jacky." I said lifting the blood soaked hair off of his face. "Jacky, please wake up. Please, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." I lifted his hand to place in mine, instead I found something written on his hand.
I cupped my hand over my mouth. This was my fault. If I had only just kept my hands off Tay, Jack would be safe, alive. I got carried away by policemen and I immediatly ran to the toilets. I was sick so much I started puking blood. I kept doing it though, hoping I would evetually kill myself from it. I heard someone come in, slamming a cubical door behind them. They continually sniffled and as I listened closer I heard he was crying. I couldn't keep silent for long though, as I puked up another load of blood.
"O-oh eh, you ok?" That cute english accent was so easy to guess, Oliver Sykes. The poor kid probably got beat up again.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said before puking up yet more blood.
"D-did you hear a-about Jack?" He said sniffling. Poor guy was resorting to small talk.
"Y-yeah. Why else would I have been puking up blood for the past 10 minutes?" I said a bit pissed off at the fact he had brought it up.
"Let me in, you n-need some help-p." He said knocking slightly on the door. I clicked the lock open and he was greeted by me hanging over the toilet, hands covered in blood and the toilet filled with it. He tried not to cringe at the smell for m, I could tell. His eyes wer read and his cheeks stained with tears. As he reached out to help me I noticed a lot of scars on the inside of his wrist. He grimaced as he saw me looking at them. "I'm disgusting, right?" He said, tears staying in his eyes.
"Dude, if you want to know what disgusting looks like you should see what just came out my fucking mouth." That comment made a giggle escape from his lips.
"H-here." He stuttered, holding his hands out. "I can drive you home if you like?" I nodded and accepted his hands. I stumbled a bit as I got up and he held me up. For how skinny he was, he was pretty strong. As we exited the bathroom he put one arm around my waist and still held my right hand. He lead me to his car, opening to door for me- never letting go of my right hand till I was seatbelted in. His started the car and drover out of the parking lot. "So where abouts do-o you stay-y?" He asked, his breathing hitched a lot.
"Just take a right here." I directed him to my house, I pulled out my keys and unlocked my door, hoping no one would be home, to my luck no one was. He still held me by my waist as I guided him to my bedroom. As soon as I was in bed, with a glass of water and a bucket at my side Oli started to make his way out of my door. "Wait!" I exclaimed. He turned around, looking suprised.
"Do you want me to stay for a while." He said smirking.
"Yeah please." I said looking down at my covers. He smiled from ear to ear.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why were you so upset?" I asked Oli, who's eyes were still a little pink.
"I-I. You know those gay rumors about me?" I nodded, remembering all the gay and emo rumors about the poor guy. "They were true." He looked down, grimacing. "I Oliver Sykes had falling head over heels in love with Jack Barakat." A tear slid down his cheek. I held out my arms and he gladly accepted them sobbing into my chest. I joined in with him crying into his dark hair.
I loved you Tay. I always will. -That guy you forgot about
I cupped my hand over my mouth. This was my fault. If I had only just kept my hands off Tay, Jack would be safe, alive. I got carried away by policemen and I immediatly ran to the toilets. I was sick so much I started puking blood. I kept doing it though, hoping I would evetually kill myself from it. I heard someone come in, slamming a cubical door behind them. They continually sniffled and as I listened closer I heard he was crying. I couldn't keep silent for long though, as I puked up another load of blood.
"O-oh eh, you ok?" That cute english accent was so easy to guess, Oliver Sykes. The poor kid probably got beat up again.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said before puking up yet more blood.
"D-did you hear a-about Jack?" He said sniffling. Poor guy was resorting to small talk.
"Y-yeah. Why else would I have been puking up blood for the past 10 minutes?" I said a bit pissed off at the fact he had brought it up.
"Let me in, you n-need some help-p." He said knocking slightly on the door. I clicked the lock open and he was greeted by me hanging over the toilet, hands covered in blood and the toilet filled with it. He tried not to cringe at the smell for m, I could tell. His eyes wer read and his cheeks stained with tears. As he reached out to help me I noticed a lot of scars on the inside of his wrist. He grimaced as he saw me looking at them. "I'm disgusting, right?" He said, tears staying in his eyes.
"Dude, if you want to know what disgusting looks like you should see what just came out my fucking mouth." That comment made a giggle escape from his lips.
"H-here." He stuttered, holding his hands out. "I can drive you home if you like?" I nodded and accepted his hands. I stumbled a bit as I got up and he held me up. For how skinny he was, he was pretty strong. As we exited the bathroom he put one arm around my waist and still held my right hand. He lead me to his car, opening to door for me- never letting go of my right hand till I was seatbelted in. His started the car and drover out of the parking lot. "So where abouts do-o you stay-y?" He asked, his breathing hitched a lot.
"Just take a right here." I directed him to my house, I pulled out my keys and unlocked my door, hoping no one would be home, to my luck no one was. He still held me by my waist as I guided him to my bedroom. As soon as I was in bed, with a glass of water and a bucket at my side Oli started to make his way out of my door. "Wait!" I exclaimed. He turned around, looking suprised.
"Do you want me to stay for a while." He said smirking.
"Yeah please." I said looking down at my covers. He smiled from ear to ear.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why were you so upset?" I asked Oli, who's eyes were still a little pink.
"I-I. You know those gay rumors about me?" I nodded, remembering all the gay and emo rumors about the poor guy. "They were true." He looked down, grimacing. "I Oliver Sykes had falling head over heels in love with Jack Barakat." A tear slid down his cheek. I held out my arms and he gladly accepted them sobbing into my chest. I joined in with him crying into his dark hair.
Notes
So yeah I have introduced Oli ^.^will update hopefully tonight or tomorrow
sorry its been 3 days:((
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7/31/13