"Karl, are you alright?" || Karl Jacobs angst || high school au

Chapter 7

Sorry  I've been so dead lol—

Anyway...

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Sapnap POV

"WAIT—" I screamed as I ran as fast as I could to the boy.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I ran.

This was my fault.

If only my anger hadn't gotten in the way.

Why?

The boy had his foot dangling over the edge.

I screamed for him to stop, but he didn't seem to hear me.

I grabbed the poor boy, and pulled him away from the edge.

He was shaking uncontrollably.

I pulled him into a hug. He sobbed into my jacket.

"K-karl?" I asked. "Hey it's going to be alright," he sobbed.

"C-can you hear me?" I asked the boy.

No response.

Then it dawned on me. He's having a panic attack. I remember George telling me about having them.

The only problem was, I had no idea how to calm one down.

Call Alex.

I need to call Alex.

I sank to the floor with Karl in my arms, holding on to him for dear life.

We sat on the ground, and I rested Karl's head on my lap.

I pulled out my phone while he sobbed.

I opened my messages, and hit the call button on Alex's name.

It rang a few times.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I whispered to myself.

"Hello?" Alex's voice came through the phone.

I sighed in relief, and took a deep breath.

How was I supposed to tell him that Karl had just tried to kill himself? I knew Alex depended on Karl, and vice versa.

"Alex, I need you to listen very close to me,"

It was as if I could hear him tense up at my words.

"O-okay," the words nervously tumbled away from him.

"I need you to come to the bridge, the one near Prime Road," I directed.

"N-nick, what are you t-talking about,"

"Alex, I need you to come now. You'll understand when you're here."

I hung up on him, hoping that he got the memo.

Alex POV

I spent hours worrying about Karl. I spent days. I was terrified.

Where was Karl?

Just then my phone rang. It was Nick. I couldn't remember the last time he called me.

Startled, I hit the answer button.

"Hello?" I asked, slightly confused about this whole situation.

Why would he call me?

There was a moment of silence. Was he even there?

I was about to hang up, or call out for him, when he spoke.

"Alex, I need you to listen very closely to me," He instructed.