How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.


29. Chapter Twenty-Nine

Nash's POV

Where is it? Where is it? I saw it here yesterday. Where-

There it is. I hold the handle lifting the blade up. The light catches the stainless steel and it shines. I have all this power to stick this in me. Everything could be done and over with in just a few seconds. My breaths come out sharp and jagged. Once I do this, there's no turning back. "NASH!"  I heard Cameron yell. Ignore him Nash, It's now or never. You ju-

"Cameron stop!" I scream, as he grabs the knife. I try and tighten my grip, but it's too late Cameron already has it. "What's going on in here?" Shawn asks. When did he come? I stay quiet. I just want to die! Cameron glares at me then storms out the door looking pissed as ever.

"What happened Nash?" Shawn takes slow steps towards me. Shawn is sweet and innocent. I've never seen the boy do anything wrong. He's never gotten into a fight, never cursed at us, he doesn't do anything. I trust him. I can tell him. Talk to him.

So I do. I tell him everything from the death of Christina to me wanting to die. From me losing Skylar more than once to losing my family. He nods, and doesn't interrupt. He listens and smiles and frowns as he understands my time. "Wow. You never talked to anyone about any of this stuff?" He asks. I shake my head. "They say talking to someone can make you feel better. Do you still want to die?" Shawn asks, there's hope in his eyes, as he half smiles. If he has hope for me then I guess I shouldn't die.

"No." He grins and hugs me tight. "Shawn. We're men. Men don't hug." I joke. He laughs and releases me. "You're right. Men don't hug. But brothers do." I smile, "Come here then." He laughs and we hug again. I think this whole event has brought Shawn and I closer. "Thanks for being there for me." I whisper.

"Thanks for just being here." He replies. That brings a smile to my face. Shawn made me realize without even saying it, that people do care and that I do have friends.

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