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Author's Note: Not gonna say much cause I'll give the chapter away, just please read and review!!
Paulie was gripping the gun so hard his knuckles were white, fear and confusion showing plainly all over his face. He shifted his gaze to the cop cars again and then back to Bobby.
"Paulie give me the gun," he repeated quietly "No one has to go hurt"
"But," he glanced back over at the police cars "I'll go to jail, I dun wanna go to jail Bobby."
Bobby sighed, "I can't do anything to make you not go to jail but you can get help there, get off drugs, it won't be that bad."
"No! I can't go to jail, I won't! Please Bobby, don't let them make me go, you don't understand."
"There's no way around it Paulie, I can't stop it but if you give yourself up now, they'll go easier on you, you'll do less time," He stretched out his hand "Give me the gun Paulie."
Paulie switched his eyes to outside the hospital and then slowly took a step towards Bobby.
"That's it, give me the gun." Bobby said softly
Paulie took another small step towards him, his handed still clenched around the handle of the gun.
"Come on, give it to me," Bobby repeated, "we can go outside together after ok? You just need to give the gun to me."
Bobby watched as Paulie started walking towards, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw the hand gripping the gun start to relax. He was just reaching out to take it from him, when Paulie suddenly tightened his hold on the gun, and brought it up to his head.
"I can't go to jail Bobby, I can't do this, I won't make it, please Bobby make them leave me alone, I can't go to jail."
"Paulie," Bobby started.
"No! You're not going to help me are you? You're gonna let them lock me up, lock me away from the world, you want it to happen don't you? Just like everybody else out there; I'm not gonna let nobody lock me up, never!" He squeezed the trigger and crumpled to the floor a few seconds later.
Bobby stared at him in horror, his mind refusing to compute what had just happened. Refusing to admit that his childhood best friend had just killed himself.
Author's Note: Not gonna say much cause I'll give the chapter away, just please read and review!!
Paulie was gripping the gun so hard his knuckles were white, fear and confusion showing plainly all over his face. He shifted his gaze to the cop cars again and then back to Bobby.
"Paulie give me the gun," he repeated quietly "No one has to go hurt"
"But," he glanced back over at the police cars "I'll go to jail, I dun wanna go to jail Bobby."
Bobby sighed, "I can't do anything to make you not go to jail but you can get help there, get off drugs, it won't be that bad."
"No! I can't go to jail, I won't! Please Bobby, don't let them make me go, you don't understand."
"There's no way around it Paulie, I can't stop it but if you give yourself up now, they'll go easier on you, you'll do less time," He stretched out his hand "Give me the gun Paulie."
Paulie switched his eyes to outside the hospital and then slowly took a step towards Bobby.
"That's it, give me the gun." Bobby said softly
Paulie took another small step towards him, his handed still clenched around the handle of the gun.
"Come on, give it to me," Bobby repeated, "we can go outside together after ok? You just need to give the gun to me."
Bobby watched as Paulie started walking towards, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw the hand gripping the gun start to relax. He was just reaching out to take it from him, when Paulie suddenly tightened his hold on the gun, and brought it up to his head.
"I can't go to jail Bobby, I can't do this, I won't make it, please Bobby make them leave me alone, I can't go to jail."
"Paulie," Bobby started.
"No! You're not going to help me are you? You're gonna let them lock me up, lock me away from the world, you want it to happen don't you? Just like everybody else out there; I'm not gonna let nobody lock me up, never!" He squeezed the trigger and crumpled to the floor a few seconds later.
Bobby stared at him in horror, his mind refusing to compute what had just happened. Refusing to admit that his childhood best friend had just killed himself.