Please tell them
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I see Tyler's car coming towards the studio. The idiot is ten minutes late.
'Well, at least he got here this time.' I think to myself. I chuckle, and I head towards the door. I look out the window only to see Tyler swerve, almost hitting a buck on the road. He tears through the guard rail, falling off the cliff. I run outside, horrified at what I had witnessed.
"TYLER! TYYYYLEEERRRR!" I start panicking. I can't control my breath, my eyes are watering, and I start shaking like an earthquake. I pull out my phone and frantically dial 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 what is your emergency?"
"PLEASE HELP ME MY FRIEND JUST DROVE OFF A CLIFF!"
"Sir, please calm down. Where are you currently located?"
"HE CRASHED AT THE BOTTOM OF JAIMIE'S CLIFF AND-"
I see fire.
"Okay we are sending an ambulance and firetruck to your location."
I begin to cry. Tyler is in a burning car, and I can't even help him. He might die. It's my fault. How? I don't know. I start hyperventilating and cry even more. I can't even stand up straight. I fall to my knees and collapse onto my back. This anxiety attack is making me dizzy. I want to throw up. My stomach's churning. I can't keep my consciousness any longer. I start to empty my stomach. I'm lying on my back, choking and coughing due to the vomit stuck in my throat. I throw up even more, the taste filling my mouth and the smell filling my nose.
'I hate this...'
'I give up...'
'I never got to tell you...'
'That I love you.'
I continue to suffocate, my vision blurring. I see the lights, hear the sirens. I can barely sneak in a smile.
'At least we can meet in the afterlife...'
Everything went black.