Chapter Three
Blake sat on the floor, head down, but eyes batted up at the sound of the door opening and of my footsteps. A knife lay beside him, covered in red, dripping.
There Blake sat, in a bloodbath. He had done the same thing I had contemplated doing. He had made a big slash down the side of his leg, one in the middle of his stomach, three other smaller ones on his wrist, and a small one across his neck.
Thank God it wasn't deep enough.
Thank God that this had been the text that had woken me up- God had brought me here to save him. Sorry, God, but it wasn't looking like I'd be able to make it to church tomorrow.
I ran over to him, feeling the tears on my face as I tried to step over the various broken items scattered about the floor. I remembered him mentioning that his family was on a trip, and that his Godmother was watching his younger brother. They decided to leave him here alone.
They should have been watching him so he didn't kill himself.
Yet, they left him. They left him to lie here on the floor and spread a knife against his skin. The worst part was that he probably wasn't even aware of what he was doing- and how it was hurting him. How it looked. His head was still tilted down and his eyes still looked at me. A fire that was always possed in those green orbs still there, but now it wasn't one of greatness. It was one of evil- a fire from Hell that those pills decided to cause.
"Sydney, please." It surprised me to hear his voice. I, of course, didn't really know what to expect, but I didn't think that he would be speaking.
"Blake- oh, Blake." Not caring what I stepped on, I tried to run over to him. Without thinking, of course, right before I was to a spot where I could sit beside him, my foot dug deep into a piece of glass from his lamp.
Blake sat on the floor, head down, but eyes batted up at the sound of the door opening and of my footsteps. A knife lay beside him, covered in red, dripping.
There Blake sat, in a bloodbath. He had done the same thing I had contemplated doing. He had made a big slash down the side of his leg, one in the middle of his stomach, three other smaller ones on his wrist, and a small one across his neck.
Thank God it wasn't deep enough.
Thank God that this had been the text that had woken me up- God had brought me here to save him. Sorry, God, but it wasn't looking like I'd be able to make it to church tomorrow.
I ran over to him, feeling the tears on my face as I tried to step over the various broken items scattered about the floor. I remembered him mentioning that his family was on a trip, and that his Godmother was watching his younger brother. They decided to leave him here alone.
They should have been watching him so he didn't kill himself.
Yet, they left him. They left him to lie here on the floor and spread a knife against his skin. The worst part was that he probably wasn't even aware of what he was doing- and how it was hurting him. How it looked. His head was still tilted down and his eyes still looked at me. A fire that was always possed in those green orbs still there, but now it wasn't one of greatness. It was one of evil- a fire from Hell that those pills decided to cause.
"Sydney, please." It surprised me to hear his voice. I, of course, didn't really know what to expect, but I didn't think that he would be speaking.
"Blake- oh, Blake." Not caring what I stepped on, I tried to run over to him. Without thinking, of course, right before I was to a spot where I could sit beside him, my foot dug deep into a piece of glass from his lamp.
