Jared touching my hand was what I needed, My eyes shot open and I looked at Jared who was staring me in the face with tear stained eyes, he breathed in to ask something but then stopped as I willed for him to talk in my mind. He kissed my hand.

"We'll get through this" He said. "There's no roads left to run for Ben." There was a sudden long beep coming from the bed next to me as Will Meadowcroft seemed to die apparently his parents signed a no resuscitation contract... Was he really that bad, I thought to myself as a warm tear rolled down my face onto the pillow.

I thought it would be Will...
But it wasn't. It was Tyler.
What the *bleep*? All I did was headbutt the *bleep*ing guy.
I actually STABBED Will.
Turns out Tyler had a brain tumor and...
Well, looks like I might have killed 2 people in one night.
Fan-*bleep*ing-tastic.

The good news is, Shannon was perfectly fine.
The last time she was hurt (not absolutely) this bad, Ben hit her.
That was 7 years ago.
Hey, speaking of Ben, wonder what happened to him?
He followed the ambulance to see us get into hospital.
And he wanted to visit.

"I wanna talk ta her."
"No *bleep*ing way!"
"Jared, it's ok..."
"He's not gonna rape you twice!"
"I'll be fine..."
I growled at Ben and nudged at his shoulder.

"What do you want, Ben?" I said in a shaky voice.
"To apologise."
"No apology can excuse what you did."
"But I am truly sorry."
"I don't care" I spat.
"Shannon... Forgive me... Please."
"No! I want to make this perfectly clear." I grabbed him by the scruff of his hody and puleld his ear close to my mouth. "I will make every moment of your sad and pathetic life hell after I get out of here" I whispered in a fierce way I threw him away from me and he ran out the room, I started listening to the conversation the doctors were having about Tyler's death.
"If he was just headbutted, how did he die?" One doctor said.
"He had a brain tumour, the headbutt burst the tumour."
"Oooh."

Mum and Dad came to visit I hate it when they visit, they always argue.
"THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU'D HAVE STAYED WITH HER!" Dad yelled, mum rubbed her forehead.
"Say the man who hasn't given her a kiss in 6 years." Dad frowned and stormed out through the soft close doors, he attmped to slam the dor as he exitted the halls but they didn't slam, he turned back and pushed the door ferosciously to force it to make a noise, a loud thud came from the doors and he continued storming off down the halls, I caughed slightly and bean to read a book.

"JARED!" A man's voice called.
I turned around to see Shannon's dad.
He wasn't happy.
"Yes sir?"
He pointed right below my collarbone, breathing heavily.
"Where were you when she was getting raped?"
"So you didn't see the other 2 beds?"
"Don't *bleep* around with me, Walker!"
"Can you just leave me the *bleep* alone? I didn't do anything wrong. It was nobody's fault."
"Don't talk to me like that, you piece of emo trash!"

Somehow I lost it, because I punched him to the ground.
I was towering while he was cowering.
"Until you stop blaming other people, you'll never get my respect. *bleep* it, you don't need MY respect, do you? But you need your wife and daughters' respect, don't you?"
"I don't need my wife's respect."
That shut me up for a second.
"What the *bleep* are you talking about?"
"I said, I don't need my wife, OR her respect."
"...You're splitting up, aren't you?"
"We signed the papers while you were shagging my daughter."

That made me feel like shit.
"That's not very fair."
"Cut yourself about it. Just make sure it doesn't pass on to my daughter."
"You son of a..." I raised my fist, ready to hit him again.
"Hey! What's going on here?!"
"You're in trouble now."
"Shut up!"
The doctor held me back and pulled me away from him.

He pushed me to the window of Shannon's room.
Yeah, room.
Her mother was holding her hand, as if to force something out.
Like I didn't know.
"You should be here supporting your friend, not fighting with her dad!"
"Part of this is my fault anyway."

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I looked at mum with my gleaming eyes hopelessly as a hot tear rolled down her aging skin.
"Sweety?" She asked. "I have something to tell you."
"W-W-What?" I said, snivelling, I could feel more bad news heading my way.
"The other night, when me and your father went to the hotel for a business trip?"
"Y-yes?" I was on the verge of breaking.
"There was no business trip, we signed divorce papers that night." I screamed as tears fell out of my eyes, as if being raped wasn't enough, my parents were splitting up.
"NO!" I yelled, I felt like my soul was being ripped in two. "Noooooo!" Mum held my hand and hugged me, she pushed my face close to her shoulder and allowed me to cry in it. I was destroyed by this, how could this week get any worse?

Watching her cry like that...
It broke my heart, too.
I didn't want her to suffer anymore.
I was sick of this.
I was sick of everything.

No more pain, not for me, not for her, not for anyone.
Upon declaring that in my head, I was struck by reality.
We're teenagers. We can't stop anything.
This is life, right?
Nothing comes in the way of life except for death.

"Doctor! Get to the front of the building now! There's a man on the roof!"
"What?! I'll be right out!"
Who could it be, I wondered, but not caring.
I looked over at the spot where Shannon's dad was.
WAS.

I ran out to the front, to see her dad, right there, on the building, crying.

As promised:

I hung my head in shame and slight self-pity as I peeked over the edge to see small dots gathered around it, skin toned yet blurred. I couldn't tell whether it was from the distance between us, or the tears that clogged my eyesight. I let many tears stain the pavement like broken raindrops, saddened by a storm. The feeling of anger and love clashed inside of me, like blazing fire against razor-sharp winds.
I heard muffled screams in the distance, and a megaphone's squeal of introduction. No more words would be heard, if I just leaned.
I swayed to and fro, deciding, as the wind pushed me one way, it changed it's mind as frequently as I did. So much to live for, but too little to keep me alive. I felt unneeded, unloved, even hated. I just needed to go.
The harsh winds rolled my head side to side as I lent forward for the last time. I took a final glance at my picture of my beloved torn family, placed it on the edge. I pushed my self up against the forceful winds, and just stepped into nothingness. Keeping my eyes tightly shut, I sucked in my last few breaths, and fainted before the bump.

Thanks a lot, Boo

Oh no.
OH NO.
Tell me that didn't just happen...
SHIT!
This is all MY damn fault!
How am I gonna tell her this?
I refused to give up on him for some reason.
Even though I knew it was hopeless...I guess I knew it all along.
I'm *bleep*ing insane.

I straightened his back and lifted his head, with my hands now drenched in the puddle of blood he lay in.
"Don't give up on me now..."
Since everyone was screaming and the doctors were being pussies about it all, I did my heroic thing.
I lifted him up and brought him in.
"I am going to look like such a douche when this day ends."

A doctor charged in the room after I saw Jared run off through my tear blurred vision. "Mrs. Watson, Come quickly!" Mum let go off my hand ran to the door, she shot a glance back at me but ran in the same direction as the doctor, she returned almost immediately with Jared and a herd of people, Jare was carrying a body covered in blood. I noticed the face right away. "DAD!" I yelled, screamed and cried all at the same time it hurt to cry now, my tears were like Knives cutting down my face from my eyes. I was screaming, shouting, yelling and kicking away at my covers. I was angry at myself for letting this happen and being so stupid. I ripped away my drip and pulled the mask of the ventilator that was once supporting my life, I climbed out of bed and was met by two hefty doctors who pinned me down, back to my bed and jabbed a needle in me, my vision faded and I was silenced. They had sedated me.

It's your turn again Boo.

It's warmer in here than outside. Not that I cared about temperature...just an observation. But, at the same time, it's cold...I can't feel any part of me that has the ability to move. I can't even open my eyes...perhaps I'm finally dead. Maybe the nightmare, the hell that is my life, is finally over...
There's something in my arm; it's the only thing I can feel. But then, a giant shock is released on my chest. Still I refuse to wake up. I cannot see any part of me that will move soon...nor can I feel them. I don't want to...I just want to end myself. I don't want to be saved...no...no! Leave me to die...just leave me to... Please...

I knew Shannon would be angry without need to be.
She was always the first one to blame herself for everything that happened around her.
She loved everything the way it was.
It was too bad that right before me lay her dad's body in a coma.
That left me thinking, "3 bodies in one day".

If anything, this was all my fault.
This is the sole reason I am what I am.
I always manage to find the best indirect way to *bleep* peoples' lives up.
Go me.
I always end up regretting that night when I decided to kill myself.

On the other hand, he was lucky I was there.
Or...maybe he wasn't.
They used the right chemicals and shocks and shit to bring him back.
But all the time he was in coma, I knew what he was thinking...
...Well, you know.

It's quiet in here.
I just came back from the room her dad was in.
I can't believe they made me watch all of it.
I can't believe anything at the moment...
One second, just finding sanity again...
Ahhh...

Ok...so Will's just been confirmed dead.
The knife went into his lungs and they couldn't close the hole in time...
What I heard anyway.
That's 2 so far. It could be 3 at any moment.
Shannon's mum just walked behind me.
I gave her a reassuring look as she shed a tear.
Most of the doctors are gone, attending to other people.
The police are outside calming everyone down.
It's 1.00 in the morning and I'm too young for all this bullshit.

I called mum. She said it's ok and I can stay with Shannon as long as I like.
Good.
At the moment, I'm not sure who needs who the most.
Me, for losing my sanity...
Or her, for almost losing her life.
Shit, it's cold in here...
Or is it just me?
I'm feeling a bit tired...
Ha...I think so too.
Don't worry babe...I'll be here for you in the morning.

Hahaha...

As promised Zach:
I stepped into the hospital and pulled the scarf across my face, then silently entered the lift and pressed the button for the floor he was on. Minutes passed.
I stepped out of the lift and quietly entered the ward, where only a nurse was on duty.
His cubicle was shrouded in the floral curtains of hospital wards, hiding his twisted and broken form from the other patients. His heart moniters beeped silently, but the only machine I was interested in was the life support. I opened my cracked lips and spoke two words, identifying myself as the man's wife.
"I'm sorry."
I pulled the plug, and all his monitors flatlined, his blood pressure slowly going down.
I'm sorry...
Keeping myself shrouded I left the hospital.
Never look back...



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("The life support was switched off!"
Ungh...
"Quick! Get up there!"
What the *bleep*?
This is my dream...
Dream?)

I woke up. Doctors were rushing in the direction I'd come from about 5 minutes ago.
Hm...maybe 20.
What did I miss?
I looked at Shannon's (now pale) face.
When she wakes up...
Oh my genuine GOD.

A doctor burst in the room.
He looked over at me.
"Shannon Watson, isn't she?"
"Yeah..."
"Where's her mother?"
I shrugged.
"I thought she was going to see him."
"Well she's not there now, and neither is he. He's dead."

I was out of swear words.
I couldn't say it anymore.
...Maybe once more.
*bleep*.
This was ALL my fault.
I can't believe it.

3 bodies in 1 night, all my fault.

Surprisingly, I'm still alive, I'm feel like I'm being pushed between two enormous trucks and they're pressurising me. I feel nausiated, but I don't have the energy to be sick. I know if I am I was suffocate. I cannot feel anything, physically, let alone emotionally. All I feel is hatred. How many lives are took away here from innocent people, and my life is spared even though it's mine to give away.
I'm a waste of space...
Surprisingly... My hearing is better than usual, even though everything else is failing miserably. I can hear a click as I think this, though I do not have the energy to see what it is.
I can feel pain. This is it. No more. I'm jolting up and down although my mind is calm, and peaceful.
Goodbye, my world.