Just a sad song

●CHAPTER FOUR●

David's P.O.V.

Phoning Kristen, my heart was racing. Pick up, pick up, pick up! The call beeped, showing that she hadn't answered. I swore under my breath, turning around.

Scotty gasped, his arm covered in sticky red liquid. He held a small knife in his right hand, as tears fell down his almost emotion-less face. Which was pale. Very pale.

I swore again, grabbing a nearby cloth and applying pressure to his arm. I started to get dizzy, the smell of blood coated the air. Grabbing my phone I dialled 911.

Just as Scotty passed out.

I finally started to hear some sirens from outside. Huffing gratefully, I checked that Scotty was still breathing. It felt like this was all I had been doing for hours. Like time was in slow motion.

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The ambulance was cold. My bare arms shivered as I couldn't help looking at Scotty's passed-out body. Pale. Blood everywhere. My eyes threatened to close as I forced myself to look away.

Calling Kristen, I sweated that I would, indeed, murder her if she didn't pick up this time. She answered on the first ring.

"David? What's up?"

     As soon as we got into the ambulance I had my camera filming and I was calling Kristen's number. She picked up on the first ring.
"David! Is Scott ok? What happened?" She said quickly.
"Scott is depressed an-and he was cutting himself" I told her, I wished I had sugarcoated it because she bursted out crying.
"I thought he w-was depressed! All the signs were th-there! Everything was going great for u-us and I-I didn't want him to have t-to go to Phamecueticals a-and therapy, and have to take pills everyday. I-I'm so selfish..." she trailed off. A few minutes later she gathered herself.
"I-I'll be on th-the next plane" she said.

*3 hours later*

     I stood pacing in the hospital lobby. Suddenly I heard someone scream my name from behind me. Thinking it was one of my fans, I turned around slowly. But it was Kristen rushing up to me, tears running down her face. She came up and hugged me, sobbing. A few moments later she broke off the hug.
"I-I just needed a hug... sorry" she said, looking down at her shoes, "i-is Scott o-ok?" She looked at me hopefully.
"I.. I don't know" I told her, truthfully. She looked away and I felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She loves him.

*25 minutes later*

     Kristen and I were sitting in the lobby in the hospital, it was about 4pm. A docter came up to us.
"Are you guys here to see Scott Glenn Sire?" She asked us. We nodded and followed her. Is Scott going to be ok? If he kills himself Kristen would be depressed and maybe suicidal... like him.

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