AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks, I didn't have time because of the musical at school. But now that it's over I'll have more time to write (hopefully). Anyway here's the fourth chapter. It's okay. I can see everything happening in my head perfectly, but it's hard for me to write it all down on paper. So here it is, sorry if it isn't up to expectations. Oh, and thanks for the reviews! I love them.

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Red Sky

Numb

Rory

My head is lying on the hospital bed; my hands are gripping the hand of the patient. My cheeks are stained and my eyes are red and puffy from the tears. My breathing is shaky, my clothes are a mess and my hair is dirty.

I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep. I just keep reliving the day over and over again in my head.

I throw open the Morgan's front door and run up the stairs two at a time, all the while balancing a cup of Luke's coffee. I'm doing my best to contain the huge smile on my face. I knock on Jake's door and call out his name. When I don't get an answer, I slowly turn the doorknob and stick my head through the door. The bed is unmade but there is no Jake in it. I step all the way through the door and my eyes dance across the room. Something on the floor catches my eye and I make my way over to the unknown object. As I draw closer, my smile starts to fade and my eyes begin to sadden. I look down at the shattered glass and the broken picture frame and bend down to grab the picture. I stare blankly at the memory and turn my head slightly to the side, for the first time noticing that the bathroom door is slightly ajar. I stand up and call out his name a few more times before lightly pushing the bathroom door open.

I gasp and am struck with a feeling of déjà vu. I think I'm going to get sick.

Jake is sitting on the floor, his back facing me, with his head bent over. The tears are already streaming down my face and I take a step forward and see the shard of glass, covered in blood, lying next to him. The coffee cup falls from my hand and the scorching liquid splatters all over my shoes, but I don't feel it. My entire body just went numb. I can barely hear my own screams of terror as I take Jake into my arms. I don't remember the heavy tears that blur my vision and stain my cheeks. He's barely breathing; there's blood everywhere. I manage to get my cell phone in my hands, and I have a hard time dialing three numbers. I sob uncontrollably into the phone, but somehow the 911 operator seems to understand. My entire body shakes irrepressibly. I'm becoming hysterical and it's getting difficult to breathe.

Jake's body is lying motionless, except for the tiny movement of his breathing. I pull his head tightly into my chest and kiss it softly, wishing that this one kiss would be all it took to heal his wounds. It wasn't. I rock us both back and forth, whispering things like 'You need to hold on,' 'I'm sorry' and 'it'll be okay'. I don't know if he can hear me, but it doesn't matter, those words weren't just for him, but for me. They were supposed to dull the pain, and the fears that I could actually lose Jake. They didn't.

I was so out of it that I didn't notice the people with the ambulance, until they were prying Jake out of my arms. I hesitantly let go, knowing that this was Jake's only chance of survival. The man carries him down the stairs and into the ambulance, while another cradles me in his arms and I break down completely.

I sit frozen next to the hospital that Jake is lying in, hoping that this was just another nightmare, knowing that it wasn't and that Jake really hurt himself. I lift my eyes and slowly study the boy lying in the bed. He was abnormally pale. His eyes were closed because of his unconscious state and his mouth was set into a small frown. My eyes travel down to Jake's arms. His wrists are wrapped and bandaged because of the deep, numerous slits that Jake had put there.

I didn't know. I thought things were okay with him, and I know people will probably tell me different, but I know that this is my fault. I should have ignored the nightmares, or talked to Jake sooner. But it's too late, and it's my fault. I pray to God that Jake will wake up, that everything will be okay.

I silently sob into the sheets of the hospital bed, and cry myself to sleep.

Finn

My mother called me at boarding school and told me what happened. I left immediately. I didn't bother bringing anything, not yet anyway. I cried for the first time in God knows how long, and I was glad that no one was there to see me break. The pilot informs me that we had landed, and I wipe the tears hastily from my cheeks, not willing to let anyone see me cry.

I stare out the window with sad eyes and watch the rain fall from the sky as the car is driven to the hospital. How could this have happened? I'm supposed to be the older brother; I'm supposed to take care of him. Instead I was getting drunk at boarding school.

The car pulls up to the hospital and I cautiously push open the doors. This moment was so surreal; like it wasn't really happening and that everything was going in slow-motion. I see my parents sitting in the waiting room, my dad holding my sobbing mother in his arms. He notices me and nods to the door to the right. I nod a thanks and turn to open the door. Behind this door, my brother lies in a hospital bed. I take a deep shaky breath and push the door open.

Inside, I see a girl asleep in a chair next to the bed holding on to Jake's hand as if it is the only thing keeping her alive. My eyes move to my brother, and I can't breathe. It's my fault. I wasn't here when I was needed, and when I was here, I didn't care. I can't handle the tightening of my chest and I can't seem to overcome the fear that I caused my brother to do this to himself.

I quickly run out of the room and out the hospital doors. I use the brick wall of the hospital to try to support myself. My breathing is harsh and my whole body is in pain. Tears heavily stream down my face and I collapse into a pile on the concrete, not caring anymore if anyone saw. My entire body just went numb.