That's it.
I knocked him out.
I took the cricket bat and beated him on the head.
Now he's passed out.
And I don't know how the hell to stop this.
The irony of the whole situation is that I never got to write my own suicide note.
Chandler, don't laugh at me.
I drag him out of the boiler room as fast as I can and put him out. Then I come back to take the bomb and save the school that gave me hell.
I'm going to hell again.
I run as fast as I can just to get to the football field. But I stop. I see JD lying there, and I can't help but start to cry. I don't wanna die. Not this way. Not without telling my parents how much I love them; not without asking for forgiveness to Martha; not without telling Duke what a bitch she is.
Not without saying goodbye to JD.
Not without kissing him.
You don't know how much I wiss you'd kiss me right now.
I bend over and leave a short kiss on his lips, and then on his forehead.
My tears start to damp his face and shirt.
I can't.
There's only twenty seconds before it explodes.
I take all the willpower I can find inside me, and then I start running again as far as possible from him.
"Our love is God" is all I can say.
There's an explosion, and then nothing.