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First ending-Day four

It was three o' clock in the afternoon. Uncle Phil, Aunt Vivian, Hilary, and Ashley were standing outside the hospital room that held two of their family. The doctor had called and told them to come quickly, for Will had serious news to relate to them. Nobody knew what it was except Ashley. Internally, she was impressed with Will's perfect timing. The police had just sent a note about the Speed situation the moment Uncle Phil got the call. She crossed her fingers under her sweater as they were allowed inside.

What they saw wasn't surprising to her.

Will was sitting cross-legged on his bed, sweaty and flushed. He was not smiling. In front of him was a piece of paper. Carlton lay next to him. Not moving.

She took one look at him before turning to Will and giving him a hug.

"Oh, Will, you're awake," she whimpered, kissing his cheek. He felt damp and hot beneath her cold fingers.

Uncle Phil, Hilary and Aunt Vivian went to hug him as well, but he said, "No, wait. You need to hear what I gotta say first."

They stood stock still, a look of suspicion on their faces.

"Oh, god," said Hilary, "You haven't showered?"

Will rolled his eyes.

"No, Hilary, that's no what I gotta say."

"Well then spit it out already, I have a hair appointment to attend in fifteen minutes," Hilary sniffed.

Ashley and Will stared at her with squinted eyes. She fell silent at the look on their faces.

Will shared eye contact with Ashley. She gave him a pat on the shoulder, and stood really close to him, facing her family with apprehension.

"Guys," said Will. "I know what I am about to say will ruin your lives. You will want to kick me out, even beat me up. I won't blame you. But…"

A lump grew in his throat at the thought of living without his relatives anymore.

"…the reason that I decided not to live in your house anymore is because that the pills that Carlton took…were from my locker."

"What?" squeaked Aunt Vivian.

"I'm so sorry," said Will, feeling his eyes burn with tears. "I had basketball and finals and everything… one of the guys at school offered me some stuff to help me stay awake. And I only…thought about em', I didn't know what they were yet either, until the prom night when they told me so…and-th—then Carlton…"

He heaved with pent up bawls. He gritted his teeth to keep them from coming.

"This was all my fault…and so if you wanna leave me…I'm not gonna fight you. I'm sorry."

He bowed his head in submission to whatever was going to happen to him.

Uncle Phil took two steps toward him. His face was murderous. Will looked up hopefully.

All he saw was a pudgy fist.

And all went black.

"How could you do that?" Ashley screamed, rubbing Will's head as he fell back against the pillows.

"Oh my god…" said Uncle Phil, looking at his fist. "What have I done?"

"I'll tell you what you've done," Ashley yelled, stomping up to her father's face. "You have lost your mind! You didn't even stop to think!"

"Don't you talk to me that way, young lady!" Uncle Phil spat.

"I'll talk to you the way I wanna, fat boy!" Ashley snarled in his face. "You don't love Will at all!"

"Of course I do, you idiot!" Uncle Phil shouted, gesturing to Will. "But look at what he's done-"

"Phillip," Vivian said sharply. "Look at what you've done. Will didn't mean for Carlton to take those pills, and as long as he didn't take them, I don't think we can really do anything about it except give him another talking to."

"Vivian!" Uncle Phil exclaimed. "Our son could be dead because of him!"

"Will didn't make Carlton take those pills," said Hilary thoughtfully, causing everyone to look at her in shock. "He didn't stop to look at the label anyway. It's his fault he's like this."

"Don't you dare blame my son for this," Uncle Phil growled, stepping to her menacingly.
"Who are you gonna blame it on? Will?" said Hilary challengingly. "Big surprise, didn't see that coming."

"Excuse me?" Uncle Phil asked, raising his voice.

"You always blame Will for everything!" Ashley said through her newly developed tears. "Just because no one else is ever responsible for something!"

"Excuse me, young lady," said Uncle Phil, looking at his new prey. "But since you left yesterday without telling anyone, you are responsible for your punishment."

"I came to warn Will that something might be happening tonight!" Ashley said without thinking. "The whole damn school knows about this, and the police gave me a choice to tell you or they would. And I chose Will!"

Uncle Phil's eyes widened.

"Oh, boy," said Vivian, taking Ashley by the arm, "Baby, get behind me."

"You did what?" said Uncle Phil, baring his teeth.

"Just stop blaming Will, godammit!" Hilary yelled. All heads turned to her, but before Uncle Phil could respond, the doors burst open, revealing two doctors and a cop.

They had seen everything on camera.

"Phillip Banks," said the officer. "You're under arrest for assaulting an underage patient. You have the right to remain silent."

Uncle Phil spluttered incoherently as the officer took both his hands and clasped them into a handcuff.

"Wait!" said Ashley.

Everybody looked at her; she was holding the piece of paper Will had in front of him, and her face was twisted into distress. One of the two doctors took it from her hands and read it. Her eyebrows crept together. She passed it to Hilary, who stared at it, and gasped. She handed it to Aunt Vivian, who placed a hand on her chest where her heart was. The officer took it from her, read it, and let out a deep breath.

"Your nephew seems to know you better than you do, sir," he said, placing the letter in front of Uncle Phil's face.

"Oh, Lord," Uncle Phil moaned in pain, closing his eyes. The paper said:

I, Will Smith, hereby give Phillip Banks permission to cause any physical harm to me he feels nessecary to do, as I am responsible for the condition of his only son, Carlton Banks.

Will Smith

Three Hours later…

He was in another world. He could not feel his own nerves, and could not see his own body. All around him were open doors leading into darkness, hovering in midair, and surrounded by clouds in a sunset sky.

He could not move a muscle. Where the hell was he? He barely noticed the angelic figure floating up to meet him. When he looked up, he saw a little girl in black drapes, with golden wings that looked elegantly sculpted. Her locks trailed down to the clouds below. Her eyes were replaced with shocks of light. When she spoke, her voice held dispair and sincerity.

"What are you going to do now?" she said. "Here you are…in Heaven. All you have to do is make the choice between staying and leaving."

"What?" said Will, confused.

"You were hit hard enough to cause severe brain damage," the Angel said solemnly. "But do not worry," she added hastily, as Will rubbed his temples at Uncle Phil's actions.

"All of this has been planned. Your prayers were heard."

"…they were?"

"Oh, yes," said the Angel. "And now you must make a choice. To return to the life you led…without Carlton…or to go through with death…in exchange for you cousin's life."

Will's heart broke into many pieces. He was not really ready for death. He was barely an adult yet. He had no woman's love, no kids, and no car in his life. He wanted to die when he was too old to get up from his bed anymore. He wanted to live.

But Carlton wanted to live too, don't forget. And now because of him, Carlton may not have that chance. If that chance was taken away from him, Carlton would not be with him ever again. How could Will live through that, knowing that he killed his best friend? He would rather commit suicide anyway from the guilt. To hell with getting in trouble, that was the least of his worries.

If Will died, he at least could die peacefully, living in heaven with a whole lot of girls, and watching Carlton live the life that he deserved. Without him.

If only he had never accepted the Speed. He wanted to be there with his cousin…he still wanted to live…

"Okay…I've made my decision, madam," said Will, in a resigned voice.

"I know you have. Are you sure?" said Angel.

"Yes," said Will. Goodbye, mom, Uncle Phil, Aunt Viv, Hilary, Ashley, Jazz, Philly, Bel-Air, Geoffrey…Carlton.

The Angel nodded, smiling. "Then you have made you choice, young man, and you will fulfill it."

A white light blinded his vision, a warm breeze dried his tears, and his body floated through golden gates.

He knew no more.