Almost there.
I'm so sorry...
My sister let herself down on her bed and stared at the floor.
"What do you think who you are?" I said to her, but she didn't looked up. I was still angry. First she was drunk and now she smoked weed with Alan. That was enough.
"Look at me!" I said louder but she still doesn't moved her head. I placed myself in front of her.
"LOOK AT ME!" I yelled and she finally looked up into my face. She had tears in her eyes, but I didn't care. I was angry about what she did.
"I-I-I'm so sorry..." she said quietly and looked back to the floor.
"No. A sorry is not enough, Quinn!" my voice was full of aggressions. I could hear that she started to cry.
"B-but..." she couldn't say anything so she went quiet.
"You took drugs. DRUGS!" I couldn't believe what she did. I knew it wouldn't change anything to yell at her.
"You stay at your room." I command her and left her room, I closed the door behind me. God damn, this girl. The party was over for me. I went back to the living room and send everyone back home. Except Alan. I said he should stay here for a moment.
"Do you think you can do everything with my sister?!" I asked him and pushed him against the wall. I was angry as heck now, I couldn't control my feelings. I grabbed his shirt's collar. He looked at me, trying to escape of my grip.
"No, you won't leave until you tell me." I said and wheezed.
"I-I..." the ginger started and I looked into his eyes.
"I was just drunk and stuff, you know..." he continued and I let him free.
"Better you think about a apology." I said and pointed on the door.
"Go now." I added and he left my apartment. God damn. I cleaned the whole kitchen and living room.
Quinn's POV:
My brother yelled at me, because I smoked weed with Alan. He command me to stay in my room. I cried heavily into the blanket on my bed. I grabbed my bag on the bedside table. I looked for the razor in the bag. After a few seconds I finally found it. I viewed it in my hand and let out a deep breath.
"Here we go." I said, and started to set the first cut on my arm. I cried so hard and I hope that my brother wouldn't hear this. I sobbed hard and continued cutting. two, three, four, five, six I end up with ten new scars on my wrist. I suddenly could feel a lust for killing myself. I swallowed and opened my eyes to see how bad it was. My new dress was full of blood, I sighted when I saw the mess I made.
"It would be better, if I fade away." I said to myself.
"No one needs me. Not even my brother. I just bother everyone. I love you Alan." I said and placed the razor at my wrist, at my veins. I pressed it into my skin. The blood started to stream out. I suddenly started to feel dizzy and my view got fuzzy. I could feel the death grabbing me. My body crashed down, I fell down on my bed. I closed my eyes.
"Bye world." I whispered and then, blackout.
Austin's POV:
After I finished cleaning the basement, I decided to go up to her to say that I'm sorry for yelling at her. I walked up the stairs and got to her room. I took a deep breath, before I knocked at her door.
"Quinn?" I asked carefully, but no answer. I knocked again, no answer. I got worried and opened the door slowly. Maybe she fell asleep, but what I saw when I opened the door was horrible. She was laying there, on her bed in a puddle of blood. I was shocked and freezed shortly, before I ran up to her.
"QUINN!" I yelled and stared at her wrist and the razor next to her.
"Oh my god, you didn't..." I said and grabbed her phone wich was on the beside table. I immediately called 911. A woman took up on the other side.
"Help! Suicide attempt! Give us a ambulance to Kingstonstreet 1189! Now, hurry up!" I yelled at the woman at the other side of the phone and hung up. I quickly grabbed a jacket from a chair and wrapped it around her wrist, because I couldn't find anything else.
"Oh my god, that would not have happend, when I haven't yelled at her. Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, Quinn." I said.
"It's all my fault." I blamed myself and after few minutes, the ambulance were here. I let them in and they carried her into the car.
"You're a friend?" one of the two guys asked me while they carried her downstairs.
"No, her brother." I answered.
"Can I come with you?" I asked and the guy who talked to me nodded.
"Yes, but you have to come with your own car. We can't allow other people in the car when we have a suicide attempt." he quickly explained and I just nodded understandable. As soon as they placed her into the ambulance, I got into my car and started to follow them.
-in the hospital-
"You have to wait outside." a nurse said to me and I let myself down on a bench in the corridor. I stared at the floor and sighted. I took out my phone and texted Alan.
Me: 'Hey dude, I'm in the hospital. Quinn tried to commit suicide.' after a few seconds I got a message.
Alan: 'Wait WHAT? I'm coming!'
Me: 'I'm at the second story, I'll wait.' and after that I got no more message from him. He was probably on his way to the hospital.
I sighted deeply and crossed my fingers, after I put my phone into my pocket. The doctor walked up to me.
"Good evening." the old man said and I got up. He stroke out his hand and I shooked it.
"Hello." I said kinda quiet.
"So, you're a friend of her?" he asked and I shooked my head.
"No, I'm her brother. My name is Austin Carlile." I introduced myself.
"Okay, Mr. Carlile, then your sister needs calmness now. She lost a lot of blood and we gave her some blood of donors. She will be fine soon." the doctor explained. She'll be fine soon, that was all I wanted to hear now.
"What do you think who you are?" I said to her, but she didn't looked up. I was still angry. First she was drunk and now she smoked weed with Alan. That was enough.
"Look at me!" I said louder but she still doesn't moved her head. I placed myself in front of her.
"LOOK AT ME!" I yelled and she finally looked up into my face. She had tears in her eyes, but I didn't care. I was angry about what she did.
"I-I-I'm so sorry..." she said quietly and looked back to the floor.
"No. A sorry is not enough, Quinn!" my voice was full of aggressions. I could hear that she started to cry.
"B-but..." she couldn't say anything so she went quiet.
"You took drugs. DRUGS!" I couldn't believe what she did. I knew it wouldn't change anything to yell at her.
"You stay at your room." I command her and left her room, I closed the door behind me. God damn, this girl. The party was over for me. I went back to the living room and send everyone back home. Except Alan. I said he should stay here for a moment.
"Do you think you can do everything with my sister?!" I asked him and pushed him against the wall. I was angry as heck now, I couldn't control my feelings. I grabbed his shirt's collar. He looked at me, trying to escape of my grip.
"No, you won't leave until you tell me." I said and wheezed.
"I-I..." the ginger started and I looked into his eyes.
"I was just drunk and stuff, you know..." he continued and I let him free.
"Better you think about a apology." I said and pointed on the door.
"Go now." I added and he left my apartment. God damn. I cleaned the whole kitchen and living room.
Quinn's POV:
My brother yelled at me, because I smoked weed with Alan. He command me to stay in my room. I cried heavily into the blanket on my bed. I grabbed my bag on the bedside table. I looked for the razor in the bag. After a few seconds I finally found it. I viewed it in my hand and let out a deep breath.
"Here we go." I said, and started to set the first cut on my arm. I cried so hard and I hope that my brother wouldn't hear this. I sobbed hard and continued cutting. two, three, four, five, six I end up with ten new scars on my wrist. I suddenly could feel a lust for killing myself. I swallowed and opened my eyes to see how bad it was. My new dress was full of blood, I sighted when I saw the mess I made.
"It would be better, if I fade away." I said to myself.
"No one needs me. Not even my brother. I just bother everyone. I love you Alan." I said and placed the razor at my wrist, at my veins. I pressed it into my skin. The blood started to stream out. I suddenly started to feel dizzy and my view got fuzzy. I could feel the death grabbing me. My body crashed down, I fell down on my bed. I closed my eyes.
"Bye world." I whispered and then, blackout.
Austin's POV:
After I finished cleaning the basement, I decided to go up to her to say that I'm sorry for yelling at her. I walked up the stairs and got to her room. I took a deep breath, before I knocked at her door.
"Quinn?" I asked carefully, but no answer. I knocked again, no answer. I got worried and opened the door slowly. Maybe she fell asleep, but what I saw when I opened the door was horrible. She was laying there, on her bed in a puddle of blood. I was shocked and freezed shortly, before I ran up to her.
"QUINN!" I yelled and stared at her wrist and the razor next to her.
"Oh my god, you didn't..." I said and grabbed her phone wich was on the beside table. I immediately called 911. A woman took up on the other side.
"Help! Suicide attempt! Give us a ambulance to Kingstonstreet 1189! Now, hurry up!" I yelled at the woman at the other side of the phone and hung up. I quickly grabbed a jacket from a chair and wrapped it around her wrist, because I couldn't find anything else.
"Oh my god, that would not have happend, when I haven't yelled at her. Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, Quinn." I said.
"It's all my fault." I blamed myself and after few minutes, the ambulance were here. I let them in and they carried her into the car.
"You're a friend?" one of the two guys asked me while they carried her downstairs.
"No, her brother." I answered.
"Can I come with you?" I asked and the guy who talked to me nodded.
"Yes, but you have to come with your own car. We can't allow other people in the car when we have a suicide attempt." he quickly explained and I just nodded understandable. As soon as they placed her into the ambulance, I got into my car and started to follow them.
-in the hospital-
"You have to wait outside." a nurse said to me and I let myself down on a bench in the corridor. I stared at the floor and sighted. I took out my phone and texted Alan.
Me: 'Hey dude, I'm in the hospital. Quinn tried to commit suicide.' after a few seconds I got a message.
Alan: 'Wait WHAT? I'm coming!'
Me: 'I'm at the second story, I'll wait.' and after that I got no more message from him. He was probably on his way to the hospital.
I sighted deeply and crossed my fingers, after I put my phone into my pocket. The doctor walked up to me.
"Good evening." the old man said and I got up. He stroke out his hand and I shooked it.
"Hello." I said kinda quiet.
"So, you're a friend of her?" he asked and I shooked my head.
"No, I'm her brother. My name is Austin Carlile." I introduced myself.
"Okay, Mr. Carlile, then your sister needs calmness now. She lost a lot of blood and we gave her some blood of donors. She will be fine soon." the doctor explained. She'll be fine soon, that was all I wanted to hear now.
Notes
not a long chapter, but i'm tired as heck.what you think?
Please update :)
12/4/14