I threw my phone onto the bed, not bothering ending the call, there was no time for that. I didn't even put on shoes or a jacket, again, there is no fucking time. Alex needs my help, and i'm not gonna let something bad happen to him. I threw my bedroom door open and ran down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen. I grabbed the keys from the counter, ignoring my mother's questions, and burst into the garage, throwing the car door open. I climbed in the car, the contrast of leather and fake "wood" making the care look "quality", but that's not the point. It took me a moment to find the ignition, trying to turn the car on making the task at hand more difficult. I finally go the car on, not bothering to change the station from some crappy pop song that was blasting threw the speakers, speeding down the road to Alex.

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I pulled up to his house five minutes later, speeding defiantly cut down time from the journey, i didn't even turn off my car i just threw open the door, jumping out of the car and running up the foot path to his door. I ran inside not bothering to knock, i had practically lived here as a child so it was normal for me to just barge in. I ran past the living room and up the stairs to Alex's room. I stoped in the threshold when i heard the shower running down the hall and seeing as Alex's door was wide open and he wasn't in it i figured he was in the bathroom.

I slowly walked down the hall, "Alex?", i realized his parents were no where to be found.

"Lex?" I came to a stop at the bathroom door, knocking once. I could hear the water hitting the white and black tiles of the shower. I could feel the steam against my black skinnies where it was flowing from under the door.

He wasn't answering but i knew he was there, so i knocked harder. "Lex? Lex are you in there?", my voice rising in urgency.

"Alex i know your in there open the door." i was becoming impatient. "Alex fucking Gaskarth if you don't open this door i'll open it for you!"

That was it, i threw my weight against the door, the cheep fragile plywood door busting open in one hit.

The scene before me was hard to process.

You don't know fully understand how you'll feel seeing your best friend, someone you love deep down from the tip of your toes to the tallest hair on your head, bleeding out from their wrists, naked, soaked, on their bathroom floor. You can't even understand the feeling, let alone name it, when you feel it. You're numb. In shock. Heartbroken almost.

"Alex, what the fuck did you do to yourself?" My voice was barely above a whisper as i collapsed down to my knees next to his body. There was blood starting to pool around his arms, his hair was matted with blood, his skin was pale, almost lifeless. You'd think he was dead if it weren't for the barely noticeable rise and fall.

Something in my brain finally snapped, oh hey, the boy you love is bleeding out on his bathroom floor, mayyybe you should call a fucking ambulance or i don't know, do something to stop the bleeding?

I grabbed the towel from next to Alex, pressing it down onto his wrist. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialing the number and listening to the phone ring.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My, my friend he," tears started streaming down my face, i had finally processed it, i'm lossing my Alex.

"Calm down si-"

"I can't be fucking calm," i snapped, "my best friend is bleeding out on his bathroom floor!" my body started shaking with sobs.

"Okay sir, what is your location." i read the adress off from memory and gave the woman more details as i sat next to Alex's slowly draining body. When i finally cut the line, after being told that help was on the way, i grabbed Alex, laying him across my lap. I brushed the hair off his forehead.

"Why, Alex. Why?" i whispered as i stroked his hair. A single tear fell onto his face, once again sobs tore threw my body as i held tightly to him. "I'm never letting this happen to you again. This is all my fault," i pressed a single kiss to his temple, "this is all my fault."

Notes

I decided to write a new chapter because i was in a very,
i don't know the only way i can describe my mood is a mix of, pensive, melancholy, and morose.
Which translates into TIME TO WRITE ONE SAD ASS/HEART FELT CHAPTER
you're welcome. c;