the gun didn't work out

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So if you're reading this, you've found yourself a life story, mine to be exact. Don't be too shocked by what you read, others probably have it worse, but I do want to mention that suicide never the solution is. Unfortunately for me, there was no one to tell me this until after the gun didn't work out, so I had learnt it the hard way.

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4. M to the rescue

hey there, so as I said before this will be from M's point of view, she had told me evrything when I woke up, I'll let you read now XD

School had been over already but I had to look for my jacket, I thought it was in my locker but it could have been in the changing room. After rummaging through my locker for a while I decided to check out the changing room after all. 

I was walking down the hallway when I saw the boxing club laughing, I hated them, they were always looking for trouble and bully people without a reason. I took out my phone and pretended to text someone while they passed by me. All I was thinking was: Please, please don't notice me!

I got lucky, they didn't even look at me. It sounded like they were way to busy being smug about something, as per usual, they had probably extorted some money from a kid or something, jerks. I quickly walked passed them and went to the changing rooms. I turned left and opened the door. I looked around for my jacket but noticed something under the benches. I walked over and was shocked, it wasn't something it was someone! 

''Hey, are you alright?'', I had run around the bench and sat next to the person lying on the floor.

I touched her shoulder and shook her for a bit, she rolled over and I saw her face a little clearer. Oh my god, she was covered in bruises and blood! Her nose bled along with a gash on her forehead, she also had a few cuts on her arms.

''Hey! Can you hear me?!'', was she.. dead?

My mind was completely frazzled. What should I do, oh my god, wait! Check her pulse idiot, I thought by myself. I pressed my fingers on her neck and felt a heartbeat. Thank you sweet baby Jesus! I grabbed my phone and called my dad, we lived close by and he could help.

After the phone rang a few times he picked up, ''Hey pumpkin, what's up?'', I didn't even know where to start and started crying, eventually I asked him to come to school asap.

Around 5 minutes later my dad had found me was carrying the unconscious girl to the car. He hastily put her in the backseat and I sat down next to her, holding her hand and just praying that she was okay. A rushed 6 minutes later and we were at the hospital. Dad took her out of the car and we ran to the first aid section.

A nurse saw us running and quickly called a doctor, she was laid on a stretcher and rolled away, we had to stay behind in the waiting room. I was panicking, what if we had been to late, maybe she would die. Why did this happen, oh god please don't let her die. I was praying and crying silently with my dad by my side.

After I calmed down a bit, the nurse who saw us coming introduced herself and asked a few questions. Things like my name, where I lived, what the girl's name was and what had happened. I didn't know who she was or what had happened, but I remembered the guys from the boxing club. of course I didn't know for sure but knowing them they had probably bashed her.

The nurse had gone back to her station and about an hour and a half later the doctor came in and called our names. I hadn't noticed how tense I was, I had been chewing on my lip all this time and when he called our names I painfully bit it hard. I hissed at the pain, but rushed towards him, ''How is she? What happened? Is she okay? She isn't dead, right? Please just tell me!''. 

I was almost crying again until my dad put his hand on my shoulder and ruffled my hair, he always did that when I was about to cry. The doctor smiled a bit and said that she would be fine after some rest because she had lost a lot of blood. 

He was shocked about her condition, though. She had two broken ribs and a large gash on her head, she also had some older scars, mostly on her arms. When I asked if I could see her, he said that she was sleeping, but it would be fine to go in.

I quickly walked into the room, dad would fill in some papers and said that he had to call our school. I shut the door behind me and saw the girl all bandaged up in that hospital bed, she had tubes coming from her arms and under the sheets. The poor kid, it must really hurt, I felt so sorry for her. 

I sat next to her bed on a chair and looked at her arms, they were exposed from under her hospital gown, she had some scars that looked like self harming. She didn't look like a typical emo, though, not like you have to be emo to cut or anything. She just didn't look like someone with problems.

She had dark blond hair with three helix's and two earrings in her left ear and two helix's and three earrings in her right ear. It made her look pretty bad ass, she had an old scar that ran from just over her left eye towards her left ear. she was pretty, but what had happened?

Just as I was thinking about that I heard her mumble and groan before she slowly opened her eyes. She looked straight at me and I gasped a bit. I looked her right into her eyes, they were really blue with a black edge around them. She looked so nice, so why would someone hurt her?

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