A Love Like War

Jack hadn't been the same boy I met, Freshman year, at lacrosse practice. He was depressed so much, and he wasn't attending practices anymore. Lately, all I have been seeing him do is sit on the hood of the car and smoke. He was now smoking at least one pack in the matter half a day. I was so disappointed in him, but shit, I couldn't blame him. Alex was putting him through a living hell. Although Alex had some pretty good reasons to do what he was doing, I didn't believe that Alex should keep leaving him on his fucking own. He lost his parents for fucks sake! Jack wasn't stable to be alone; everyone saw it.

Today, I was going to stay with Jack over night. It had been a week since Jack and Alex practically broke up in the middle of the hallway. I had to go do something at home before I came over. As I walked through his door, I heard dead silence. Where the hell did he -- Oh, God. "Jack! Jack!" I shouted. I ran up the steps to see the bathroom door shut with the light on behind it. Now, I was trembling.

I bashed my fist against the door in attempts to hear something from Jack. I didn't hear anything which petrified me. "Jack! Open the fucking door!" Obviously, yelling wasn't doing shit, so I decided to use excessive force. I took my foot and bashed the door down. What I saw when the door collapsed was enough to make me collapse with it. Jack was in the tub, laying in a tub of blood. I ran to his and, tears pouring down my cheeks.

"Jack! Jack, get up!" I wailed. I shook him to see if he would awake, but he wasn't. I was trembling; what the hell am i supposed to do?! I yanked out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. I stayed by Jack's side the entire. I couldn't believe what he had done; why would he try to leave everyone like this? He didn't deserve to be in this position.

Minutes later, the EMTs arrived. They took my best friend away on a gurney, and I watched as he drove away. The fear in my head was that that was the last time I'd ever see my best friend again.

Notes

Mobile update in Zacks pov hey.