The Kill

"You sure you want to do this?" Mrs. Saunders asked her son.

Cam nodded. "Gotta face it sooner or later."

"Well call me if you need anything..." she said as she grabbed Cam's hand in hers.

Cam forced a smile. "I will Mom don't worry."

His mother gave him a faint smile as he opened the passenger door. "Have a good day sweetie."

Cam nodded and after he got out from the car he turned around to face the school. He didn't want to go back but he knew he had too. He entered the school and looked around. So far, so good. He took a deep breath and made his way over to his locker.

"What the hell man?" A familiar voice shouted from behind before shoving him into a locker.

Cam quickly turned around to face Mike Dallas.

"You happy now Saunders? Because of you the whole school thinks the team is a joke. Everyone thinks we have some psyhco path, emo player on our team. Did you even think about the amount of pain you put the team through by doing this? You cost us the whole season! Now none of us has a chance at any scholarship because they think our team is filled with psycho emo teens!"

"Dallas I-"

"Save it Saunders. You know? Maybe you should've died that night in the greenhouse. We would all be better off anyway."

Cam swallowed. "Dallas-"

"Look's like it takes two tries to kill a freak like you."

Cam felt his throat become dry and his eyes become moist.

"Go jump off a bridge or something."

Cam stood still trying to hold back his tears and Dallas shoved into his shoulder and continued walking down the hall. Cam felt his hands turn into a solid fist and he turned around and walked straight into the janitors closet. He fell to the floor and let out his tears. After a few seconds he grabbed his backpack and opened the first pocket. He quickly slid out a black case and opened it. He put the small muzzle to his temple. His slipped a finger through the trigger guard and onto the trigger. He gave it a squeeze and everything went black. He had succeeded.

"You may take him home today he slept through most of the 24-hour watch which I can completely understand."

Mrs. Saunders nodded. "I can't believe I almost lost him."

The nurse stopped and looked at Mrs. Saunders. "Don't be so hard on yourself. They're was no way of you knowing. Teens these days, they bottle up all of their emotions because they feel like they have no one to talk to."

Mrs. Saunders didn't say anything.

"That's why I am suggesting Campbell to a Teen Support Group. It's very effective."

Mrs. Saunders nodded. "What ever helps."

"The nurse smiled and continued to walk. "Now if you have any questions or concerns, one of our partnering hospitals is located in Kapuskasing."

Mrs. Saunders nodded as the nurse opened the door exposing the cold hard truth. Both of their eyes widened and Mrs. Saunders stood in shock while the nurse ran over to him. She grabbed Cam's arm and told him to release the syringe. Cam struggled to hold onto to it trying to inert it into a main aterry in his rist to cause him to bleed out once more. The nurse continued to stay calm while Cam's mother remained in shock watching her son trying to commit suicide right before her eyes.

"Campbell let go." The nurse said calmly."

Cam continued to struggle.

"Campbell..."

In only a matter of seconds another nurse came rushing past Mrs. Saunders with a different syringe and quickly ingected it into Cam's left arm. His body quickly loosened and his fist opened causing the syringe he was holding to fall to the cold tile floor.

The two nurses quickly said something to another before they noticed Mrs. Saunders was still in shook.

"What did you give him?" She whispered.

"A calming medicine to make him sleep for the next few hours. His mind needs rest."

"What happened?" She whispered in a panicky voice.

"He must of had an anxiety attack of some sort."

"But he was just asleep how-"

"The medicine makes them sleep so he could've had a nightmare that caused him to snap like that."

"I just don't understand..." He was fine when he first woke up...

"When something like this happens it causes a lot of stress. Campbell seemed to bottle it up and now that he knows most people he cares about knows what he was really going through that can have a huge effect. It's mostly shock."

"What do I do?" Mrs. Saunders asked before covering her mouth.

"Well, we have to move him to a more secure room for the night and keep him on a suicide watch."

Later that afternoon Dallas went into the hockey locker room for practice.

"Hey hey hey look who showed up." Owen laughed.

"Well if it isn't Mike Dallas." Luke commented.

Dallas kept quite as he put on his gear.

"Dallas?" Owen asked.

No answer.

"Dallas we were joking, lighten up."

"Oh, you know what Owen. He's probably just pissed at Rook." Luke said as he tied his skates.

"Yeah where is Rook? Jump off a cliff or something?" Owen laughed.

Dallas felt his heart jump to his throat yet he still stayed quite.

"Come on ladies!" The coach called.

The hockey team left the locker room but Dallas stayed behind. The coach noticed and yelled, "Mike Dallas stop paining your nails and lets move!"

Dallas heard the others laugh but he continued to ignore it. "Actually coach I need to tell you something...it's about Saunders."

While Dallas was telling the coach about Cam's suicide attempt Owen looked over at Dallas and decided to evesdrop.

"You see..." Dallas started out. "A few days ago Campbell Saunders attempted suicide on school grounds. He is currently at the hospital and I'm unsure of when or if he will be returning."

Owen watched as the coach rubbed his chin. He couldn't believe that Dallas didn't bother to even tell the team. He looked over at the other team mates and began to walk towards them. "Guys..."

"Alright ladies let's move it!" The coach called.