(Noooooooo Calum is dead ):):)
I ran out of the door, infuriated by the fact my best friend is dead. And I saw him do it. He smashed the window, found the sharpest piece of glass he could. I tried to stop him, I really did, but he said it was the only way. I tried to pull it out of his hand, but it just cut my wrists. He laid himself on the floor, I was shouting telling him to stop. Tears dripping from my face. Then I heard a high pitched scream from the hall, I turned my head and peered out of the door to see Harry on the floor, but when I looked back he was gone. The glass stuck in his chest, completely dead. I leant over him, saying things would be ok. But it wouldn't! I could of stopped this! I deserve to be dead! I ran to the nearest people I could, started screaming at them. They followed me into the toilets, to see Calum, just as I saw him, lying dead on the floor. It was heartbreaking.
I couldn't deal with it. I picked myself up and shot out of the door. Morgan was going to pay, so I couldn't commit suicide until he did.
I went straight back to the flat, slammed the door shut and put a chair under the handle, so no one could disturb me. I knew Mikey and Ash would be back soon, but they can go to a different room. They knew I needed space sometimes, so they went else where.
I grabbed the knife nearest to me from the block in the kitchen. I made 25 small slits in my wrist, because Calums birthday is on the 25th. I couldn't help felling guilty. I could have stopped him dying, but I didn't. My wrists were now covered in blood, the wounds were open and looked quite big. I ran the water until it was cold and stuck my wrist under, I screamed out in pain. But I deserved it.
I heard a knock on the door, it was only a soft one, so the person obviously knew I wasn't in the mood. I grabbed a kitchen towel and pretended to just be drying my hands, not mopping up all the blood. I pushed the chair down, and unlocked the door to find Ashton. He had a big lump on his leg. He was in a lot of pain, I could tell. I threw away the towel, even though it was clearly needed.
"Ash, what the hell happened?!" I asked, very worried. He wasn't crying, he never cried, but he was wincing in pain.
"Kid, distracted his dad in car, car ran into me." Morgan! The little swine! He distracted his dad in the car into hitting Ashton! I wonder if he knew Calum was dead... Well soon, he's going to be dead. Illegal or not.
I rang an ambulance, seen as Ash was the only one who could legally drive, but he was about as useful as a chocolate fire guard now. It arrived in a few minutes, the paramedics were nice and let me go with him. It was horrible. I saw him screaming as they tried to find out if it was broken. Their verdict was, he had a fractured pelvis. Great. I wonder what's happened to Michael, is he lying dead somewhere?! Or did Morgan decide to give him a slow, painful death too?!
Bob (Morgans dad)'s POV.
My son was kept in the police station overnight. It was so upsetting. He was just upset, because, as manky as Lizzie is, they are best friends. Inceperable. He was released, and invited to the party. I promised I would wait outside in the car for the duration of this.
I itched my moustache. The party would end soon. Home for a delicious tea of bangers and mash. Yum. I caught Morgan running out of the corner of my eye, he was smiling. I guessed he must of appologised, and made things right. He jumped in and screamed 'Go!' I did as he said, as always. I am a little fat man, with a bald patch on my head. Morgan could control me, mainly through fear.
As we were going, Morgan told me to look out the window. I refused, so he slapped my face, so I did. I felt the car hit something, then swerve sharply. He ordered me back onto the wheel, so I did as he said.
Michaels POV. (At the hospital)
Ashton had just come back from his operation. The doctor said it couldn't have gone better, and he would be walking again in a few days, which was a major surprise, seen as Luke called me earlier to say he may never walk again. Ash was still asleep, so Luke and I decided to look round. We found the girl, Lizzie Elliott, on the ward next to Ash's. She was in a coma.
*3 days later*
Luke and I took turns doing night shifts looking after Ashton. He was in a lot of pain, and needed support. Luke also got his wrist noticed by a nurse, so the bandaged it up.
Finally, Ashton could walk unaided. It was only 3 days, but it felt like forever. We told him about Lizzie, and he decided we should all go see her. So we did. Luke couldn't hold his tears in though, and left early. We still haven't found him...