"Zack!" I cried, and continued to shake his lifeless body. His lip was busted, his nose was broke, and his eye was black. I tried tapping his cheek, nothing. He lay lifeless in my arms. I was sitting in the floor of his apartment. I came to see him and apologize. His door was busted open. There was broken glass, tipped tables, and Zack's blood. I grabbed his hand, looking down at his palm. He had cuts running around his arm, down to his palm. The wounds were fresh. "Please, Zack." I let a tear fall. They became more rapid. I managed to move my shaking hands away from him, and dial 911 as quick as possible. I could barely speak through my tears. I stuttered and couldn't get any words out. Please don't let this be the end.
I held him until the Ambulance and police came. They quickly removed him from my hands, and put him on the stretcher. The police started to question me, but I knew nothing. I just wanted him to be okay. I walked down to the parking lot with the police, "What is your relation to the victim?" One asked.
"I-I'm his f-f-fiancé." I said in between tears, trying my best to speak.
He nodded, and let me ride with Zack to the hospital. As I sat beside him, and watched his life just flow out of him, I realized I would be loosing my best friend. Please, don't let this be the end. He has so much more to do, to see. I grabbed his hand, and traced circles over the top of his hand with my thumb. "This isn't the end. I promise." A tear fell on the top of his hand. I leaned over him, and kissed his forehead. "It's not over. You're going to be here." I whispered.