8- the truth

 

Janna and I walk up to a wooden cabin door and knock loudly, "Kyle? Kyle are you here?" I yell from outside. Janna inhales and exhales deeply, scared out of her mind.

I turn around to face Janna, "Calm down you ass. He will be fine."

"Kyyyyle!" I yell again, "We're coming in!" Janna and I kick down the wooden door.

"You check his bedroom I'll check the bathroom." Janna mumbles. We nod and walk separate directions. I walk into his bedroom only to see that his bed is messy but empty.

I literally jump out of my shoes when I suddenly hear Janna scream at the top of her lungs, "JANNA!" I yell, running towards the bathroom, stumbling over my own feet. My feet come to a quick halt in the middle of the doorway. Tears automatically rush down my cheeks.

"CALL 911!" Janna yells, panicked, over and over again. I pull out my phone with a shaking hand, dialing 911.

"This is 911. What is your emergency?"

"Hi, well uh, you see my friend is laying on the floor unconscious with an empty pill bottle and blood running from his arm. PLEASE COME QUICK!" I ramble, stuttering here and there, terrified.

I hear a voice on the other line, but my mind blocks it out as the sound of Janna's wails fill my ears, and the sight of Kyle freezing everything. Sirens can be heard from a distance. We wait in silence. I lean against the door frame as Janna gets to her feet and leans against the wall. The only thing breaking the silence are the crying sounds of the sirens. 

Red and blue flashes through the windows as the sirens pull up to the cabin. Paramedics rush in, pick up Kyle, and take him away on a stretcher, leaving Janna and I in each other's arms.