Without You

This is the story of Jamie, Hana, Ginger, Juliet and John. Their best friend commits suicide.

Jessica. Bullied every day. So tired of it she ended her life, before it even started.

Broken hearts heal over time. Or so they say.

(Formerly entitled 'Never The Answer')

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6. Scream To Be Heard

"Oh my God. What have you done?" I gasp. My hand shakes. 

"Jamie, it's nothing." Ginger isnists, reaching for the blade. I back away, my knees weak.

"'It's nothing' Bullshit. The truth. Spill it. Now." I say. My voice cracks.

"Seriously Jamie? It's nothing. Now give me that!" Ginger attempts to explain, grabbing for the blade again. I hold it just beyond her reach.

"You have 3.5 seconds to tell me the truth. After that, I'm calling the others." I threaten.

"Fine. The pain helps. Ever since Jess died, I've been so empty. I mean, I can't feel anything. I'm hollow. I cut so that I can feel something. Anything." She tells me.

"JULIET! HANA! JOHN! GET IN HERE! I'M IN GINGER'S ROOM!" I scream at the top of my lungs. The all burst into the room, to see the blade at my feet, blood on Ginger's arm, and more blood pooling at her feet.

Juliet's hand flies to her mouth. I watch as tears well up in her eyes, and threaten to spill. John grabs Ginger and holds her still. Hana hugs Juliet in an attempt to calm her down, whilest I hunt up te first-aid kit.

Once I've got the kit, I gently clean Ginger's arms with alcohol, wrenching a scream from her. Then, I put some medicinal ointment on it, the kind that draws out infection. After that, I wrap gauze around it.

John and Juliet come with me when I leave. "What happened in there Jamie?" Juliet asks shakily. I shake my head and shrung in the universal sign for 'I don't know'. Juliet goes into her room as we pass it, claiming to be tired and in need of a nap.

John and I sit in my room. Him on my desk chair, me on my bed. "What happened?"

"What do you mean John? Back there or in general?" I ask, confused.

"Not back there. Everything was so good. Now, it's .... not." He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Honestly? I have no idea. When Jessica was here, everything was great. Not perfect, but nothing ever really is. The day she died, it was like life was a Maserati that went from zero to a hundred, then hit a wall and exploded. It was extremely loud and incredibly close. The whole world came crashing down around my feet. It's like I have to,"

"Scream to be heard." We say at the same time.

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