A/N: LISTEN TO THE FRAY "HOW TO SAVE A LIFE" WHILE READING.
There are a lot of things I didn't know.
There are a lot of things I don't know.
Sometimes I can't help but think…if I had known…
…if I had known how to save a life.
"I want to- I need to talk. Do you have a minute?" she said, looking at me hopefully.
Couldn't she see I was busy?
She begged.
"Please."
"I'm busy, maybe later."
She walks away, looking upset.
I don't notice. I'm too busy.
Later, she slams the door on her way out.
"Have you noticed anything a bit… off about her?"
"I don't know."
There was blood.
So much blood.
How was I supposed to know?
How was anyone supposed to know?
I see her face, the face I had looked into so many times.
I had seen this face do so many things.
Laugh.
Cry.
This was new, though.
I had never seen this on any face.
Heart-crushing depression.
Hopelessness.
Nothing could help this face.
I ran my hand over her cheek.
Nothing.
The tears ran faster than the blood.
There wasn't a dry eye in the room.
And that was saying something, considering the family standing against the walls, hands shoved in pockets, walls up behind their eyes.
Someone feebly cracks a joke.
No one laughs.
There are a lot of doctors.
They are saying a lot of things.
A lot of things I don't want to hear.
Who cares, really?
A room full of people in black clothes.
It's my turn to talk.
I stand.
I am at thepodium.
I open my mouth-
And cry.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
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