Death's Whispers
Why?
*****************Chris’s POV*****************
I see the girl sort of run away from us after she hands us her drawings. Why? We aren’t that scary. I look down at her drawing of me and my jaw drops. Damn! That girl can draw. But her arms and face has me worried. I always worry about any of fans I meet but this is different. I’m seriously worried about her. I’m going to have to talk to the other bands. I’m fairly certain that she visited the other bands. I mean, look at her outfit!
I turn the drawing over and on the back scrawled out in an elegant cursive handwriting is: Sorry they're so shitty ~Kaitlynn. Ah, so that’s her name. Kaitlynn. Hm….it suits her. Once the crowd ebbs away, I call a meeting of the bands. Everyone attends. “Guys guys settle the fuck down! I have some serious shit to talk to you about. JAIME! Can you please stop fucking acting like a three year old for one god damn minute so I can talk?” Jaime stops and kind of pouts. I roll my eyes. “Anyway, did you guys get a visit by a young girl that had basically white irises? And if so, did she give you drawings?” Everyone nods. “Did you guys notice her arms?” Everyone nods.
“Did you notice her face? Who did that?” Ronnie asks. Everyone nods in agreement. After all, she seemed like a sweet girl, a bit quiet but sweet nonetheless.
“I think we should help her. I have a really horrible feeling that she’s going through things that no one should ever have to go through. Ever.” Everyone else seems to think for a second before nodding their heads. I smile. “Good we’ll all help her.” I hear something from the girls’ restroom and walk towards it. It sounds like someone’s crying.
I go to knock on the door just as it busts open and Kaitlynn runs out with tears streaming down her face. I don’t think. I run after her with the others calling my name as they try to keep pace with me. Damn, this girl can run and fucking fast too. I manage to keep her in my sight somehow. I see her run into a clearing and I try to speed up but I can't. I'm too damn tired. I slow down and stop as I lean against a tree to catch my breath. I must have been standing there, huffing and puffing for at least five minutes for the others catch up to me. I just continue to gasp for air like a fish out of water.
As soon as I catch my breath, I'm running towards Kaitlynn with the other yelling behind me to slow the fuck down. I see her with a silver object which she is dragging all over her body. Red pulses out of where the object was dragged. Fuck. I push everything I have in me into running. I scream out her name as she passes out. I reach her and scream over my shoulder for someone to call 911. I hear Ronnie answer. Fuck. She took like an entire bottle of sleeping pills, the ones that work fast. I know because one, I have the same ones at my house and two, there's the plastic seal lying next to the empty bottle. I pick her up and we all run back to the venue. By now, everyone's gone. Thank fuck cause I really don't want anyone to see this poor girl in the condition she's in.
The paramedics are here. I hand her over to them. I try to get into the ambulance with her and they tell m I can't. I kindly tell them to go to hell and get in anyway. They look pissed but right now, I don't give a shit. I hold her hand as the ambulance drives to the hospital. We arrive at the hospital and they rush her inside. I follow them but they stop me before long. They tell me I have to wait out in the waiting room. I mutter a few choice words about the nurse but obey.
The others are here too. I sit down in between Oli and Ronnie with Andy across from me. We sit there for hours before the doctor finally fucking comes out. He looks at us all with a sad expression on his face.
"I'm sorry to say but it looks like she's not going to make it. She has an extremely rare blood type and she's lost a lot of blood."
"What's her blood type?" I ask.
"AB-."
"I'll donate. I have the same blood type." The doctor looks shocked.
"Seriously?" I nod. "Right this way sir." I follow him while thinking, "Why? Why did she do this? What could have possibly made her want to die? What made her tired of living and think that there was no point in her living anymore?" I'll get my answers when she's awake and has had some time to recover. I don't want to frighten her.
I see the girl sort of run away from us after she hands us her drawings. Why? We aren’t that scary. I look down at her drawing of me and my jaw drops. Damn! That girl can draw. But her arms and face has me worried. I always worry about any of fans I meet but this is different. I’m seriously worried about her. I’m going to have to talk to the other bands. I’m fairly certain that she visited the other bands. I mean, look at her outfit!
I turn the drawing over and on the back scrawled out in an elegant cursive handwriting is: Sorry they're so shitty ~Kaitlynn. Ah, so that’s her name. Kaitlynn. Hm….it suits her. Once the crowd ebbs away, I call a meeting of the bands. Everyone attends. “Guys guys settle the fuck down! I have some serious shit to talk to you about. JAIME! Can you please stop fucking acting like a three year old for one god damn minute so I can talk?” Jaime stops and kind of pouts. I roll my eyes. “Anyway, did you guys get a visit by a young girl that had basically white irises? And if so, did she give you drawings?” Everyone nods. “Did you guys notice her arms?” Everyone nods.
“Did you notice her face? Who did that?” Ronnie asks. Everyone nods in agreement. After all, she seemed like a sweet girl, a bit quiet but sweet nonetheless.
“I think we should help her. I have a really horrible feeling that she’s going through things that no one should ever have to go through. Ever.” Everyone else seems to think for a second before nodding their heads. I smile. “Good we’ll all help her.” I hear something from the girls’ restroom and walk towards it. It sounds like someone’s crying.
I go to knock on the door just as it busts open and Kaitlynn runs out with tears streaming down her face. I don’t think. I run after her with the others calling my name as they try to keep pace with me. Damn, this girl can run and fucking fast too. I manage to keep her in my sight somehow. I see her run into a clearing and I try to speed up but I can't. I'm too damn tired. I slow down and stop as I lean against a tree to catch my breath. I must have been standing there, huffing and puffing for at least five minutes for the others catch up to me. I just continue to gasp for air like a fish out of water.
As soon as I catch my breath, I'm running towards Kaitlynn with the other yelling behind me to slow the fuck down. I see her with a silver object which she is dragging all over her body. Red pulses out of where the object was dragged. Fuck. I push everything I have in me into running. I scream out her name as she passes out. I reach her and scream over my shoulder for someone to call 911. I hear Ronnie answer. Fuck. She took like an entire bottle of sleeping pills, the ones that work fast. I know because one, I have the same ones at my house and two, there's the plastic seal lying next to the empty bottle. I pick her up and we all run back to the venue. By now, everyone's gone. Thank fuck cause I really don't want anyone to see this poor girl in the condition she's in.
The paramedics are here. I hand her over to them. I try to get into the ambulance with her and they tell m I can't. I kindly tell them to go to hell and get in anyway. They look pissed but right now, I don't give a shit. I hold her hand as the ambulance drives to the hospital. We arrive at the hospital and they rush her inside. I follow them but they stop me before long. They tell me I have to wait out in the waiting room. I mutter a few choice words about the nurse but obey.
The others are here too. I sit down in between Oli and Ronnie with Andy across from me. We sit there for hours before the doctor finally fucking comes out. He looks at us all with a sad expression on his face.
"I'm sorry to say but it looks like she's not going to make it. She has an extremely rare blood type and she's lost a lot of blood."
"What's her blood type?" I ask.
"AB-."
"I'll donate. I have the same blood type." The doctor looks shocked.
"Seriously?" I nod. "Right this way sir." I follow him while thinking, "Why? Why did she do this? What could have possibly made her want to die? What made her tired of living and think that there was no point in her living anymore?" I'll get my answers when she's awake and has had some time to recover. I don't want to frighten her.
