Ryan wasn't letting his brother go.
"Seth " He walked to Seth, but it was too late. He heard it. It silenced the whole world. Ryan stared into his brother and saw nothing. No happiness, no sadness, no life at all. He was gone.
Seth began to fall. Ryan caught him, and fell to the ground with him. He squeezed his eyes tightly, fighting back the tears he thought would come. But Ryan didn't cry. He couldn't. All emotions seemed ripped away from him and he couldn't comprehend what had happened. Ryan could hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. He could hear Kirsten answering it. But nothing computed. It was all too sudden. Twenty minutes ago, he was worried about Marissa, and now, his brother was dead.
"Seth, Summer's down Ryan." Ryan looked over. Kirsten stood at the door. She saw something in Ryan she had never seen. He seemed lost and dazed. Then she saw it. A hand over Ryan's leg holding a gun. Kirsten thought it was an illusion of her mind, like when you see and ice cream truck on a hot day, but it was not. She stepped closer and saw Seth. He lie in Ryan's arms, pale and lost. All blood stopped coming to her face and soon, she too was pale. Specks of blood was on Ryan's shirt and she looked for the wound, and found it in the place she dreamed it not to be. It was Kirsten's nightmare to see her son like this. She kept telling herself he wasn't dead, but in her heart she knew he was gone. Because she barely had a heart. A gaping hole was in it, just as there was a hole in Seth's head. Kirsten fell to her knees, and the tears just streamed down her face. Her baby was gone. She looked to Ryan. He still seemed lost, not understanding what had happened. "Oh God Seth. Seth. No. Not Seth. No. No."Kirsten just kept replacing the word no, hoping that if she said it enough times, Seth would come back. "Call an ambulance. And tell Summer to leave. Please." Kirsten faintly said. Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the immense sadness in Kirsten's eyes, he shut his mouth.
Ryan carefully took Seth's body off of him and laid it on Kirsten's lap. She hugged it tightly, rocking back and forth, murmuring "My baby. Not my baby." Ryan reluctantly left the room and raced downstairs. If there was an chance of Seth being alive, though slim, he would have to acct fast. Summer though, saw him and approached him.
"Hey Chino. Do you know where Seth is? His name penetrated though the air like a bee stinging its victim's skin. "I just wanted to return this stuff." She held a box, filled with Seth's stuff, ultimately making the realization harder to adjust to.
"No." Ryan finally made his voice work.
"Why not? I wanna talk to him"
"You just have to leave. Bye." Ryan said as her ushered Summer to the door and slam in her face before she could say another word. He wanted to tell her what happened, but it would be too hard. Ryan rushed to the nearest phone and dialed the amazingly non-familiar number of 911.
"911. Please state your emergency."The woman said on the other side of the phone.
"My friend...he shot himself...we need help."
"Location?" Ryan recited the address to the woman and stayed on the line until the ambulance came to tell him the inevitable.
Summer reluctantly left the door. What was Seth's problem? Was he having Ryan talk to her because he didn't want to talk to her? Seth didn't seem like the person who would do that. He was so sweet, and so caring. Why the hell did Summer break up with him? It was so stupid. Summer was so stupid. Breaking up with a guy she might possibly love. No. Not possibly. Definitely. But it was over. Summer even said so.
She went to her car and tossed the box in the backseat. Summer looked to Seth's bedroom window like she always did when she left the Cohens, be it happy or pissed off. Seth would always be looking out, watching her leave. But it was unusually drawn shut. Summer blew it off as nothing. Seth was probably still in shock from their breakup. Heck, Summer was too. She got in her car. No more frequent visits to the Cohens.
Summer pulled out of the Cohens' driveway. She would get through this. She was strong. But was Seth? He never dealt with a breakup. Summer had plenty of times. With numerous guys. But none of them meant something like Seth had. Sure, before Chino came, Summer hadn't wanted a thing to do with Seth, but now, she loved him. She actually loved him. Summer had to tell him. When she got home, she would call him. She didn't want to call now, in fear she would get into an accident. What's the point of telling someone you love them if you were gonna die anyways?
Sirens were going off. Summer could hear them get closer and closer as she drove. She hoped to God there wasn't a fire. She hated fire. When she was little, she had caused one. A tiny one, but none the less. Summer knocked down a pot from the stove and it feel atop the newspaper put down for her puppy. The paper immediately caught fire and Summer's fear had immobilized her. It slowly snuck up to her, and the rubber on her shoes began to melt. She could feel the intensity of the heat on her legs and it sent chills up her spine. There was no one in the room, and Summer thought she would silently burn away without anyone seeing. But at that precise moment, Summer's father came into the room and pulled Summer away from the fire. He had stopped that fire, but was never able to stop Summer's ongoing fear of them.
An ambulance, lights flashing, sirens blaring, was headed the way Summer was coming from. A slight panic arose in Summer, but one always did when she saw an ambulance. So she continued driving, ignoring the sorrow and fear growing in her. Occasionally, she would look back to see if the car behind her was tailgating.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw in the rearview mirror the ambulance turn into the Cohens' driveway.
The white sheet covered Seth Cohen's blank, expressionless face. They were too late. Ryan stayed together as Kirsten fell apart in his arms. Sandy was still at work, unknowing, thinking his family was okay. Kirsten didn't have the heart to call him. What a nice call. 'Hi honey. How's work going? Oh by the way, our son show himself in the head.' Kirsten continued to sob uncontrollably as she witnessed the horror she prayed never to see. Her son was dead. It just wasn't fair. Parents aren't supposed to outlive their kids. They're supposed to die first, and watch their children grow older from up in heaven.
"We should call Sandy." Kirsten stared into the eyes of her other son. Ryan was her son. She didn't have one, she had two. Or at least, did have two. Ryan had no emotions on his face, and it reminded Kirsten of Seth. Through heavy breaths, she nodded. Kirsten made no movement of leaving and Ryan took it upon himself to leave. Ryan shouldn't be calling Sandy. Kirsten should be the one doing that. Telling her husband that the person they raised and loved for seventeen years, was dead. As she left the room, her eyes fell to three folded notes. Kirsten would have read the one addressed to 'Mom and Dad', but she didn't think she could take anymore. She rushed out of the room, and found Ryan in the kitchen grabbing the phone.
"I'll do it." Ryan turned around.
"Are you suer?" He handed Kirsten the phone.
"Not really. But it's probably better if I call him." Kirsten said as she dialed Sandy's cell phone.
"Hello?"Sandy answered on the first ring.
"Sandy." Kirsten tried her hardest not to cry, but she felt the tears coming.
"Kirsten, what's wrong?" The worry in Sandy's voice could be plainly heard.
"It's Seth." Kirsten barely choked out.
"Is he okay?" She fought back the tears.
"Can you just come home?" Kirsten couldn't tell him over the phone. She needed him to fall on when she told him.
"I have a lot of work "
"Please." Kirsten quietly pleaded.
"All right. I'll be home in a bit."
"I love you." Sandy had just been about to hang up. Kirsten was afraid to take the chance and not say it to Sandy. He could get in an accident. Kirsten didn't want him not to know she loved him.
"I love you too." sandy hung up. He headed out of his office as Kirsten feel to the floor in uncontrollable tears and pain she thought would never go away.
"Seth " He walked to Seth, but it was too late. He heard it. It silenced the whole world. Ryan stared into his brother and saw nothing. No happiness, no sadness, no life at all. He was gone.
Seth began to fall. Ryan caught him, and fell to the ground with him. He squeezed his eyes tightly, fighting back the tears he thought would come. But Ryan didn't cry. He couldn't. All emotions seemed ripped away from him and he couldn't comprehend what had happened. Ryan could hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. He could hear Kirsten answering it. But nothing computed. It was all too sudden. Twenty minutes ago, he was worried about Marissa, and now, his brother was dead.
"Seth, Summer's down Ryan." Ryan looked over. Kirsten stood at the door. She saw something in Ryan she had never seen. He seemed lost and dazed. Then she saw it. A hand over Ryan's leg holding a gun. Kirsten thought it was an illusion of her mind, like when you see and ice cream truck on a hot day, but it was not. She stepped closer and saw Seth. He lie in Ryan's arms, pale and lost. All blood stopped coming to her face and soon, she too was pale. Specks of blood was on Ryan's shirt and she looked for the wound, and found it in the place she dreamed it not to be. It was Kirsten's nightmare to see her son like this. She kept telling herself he wasn't dead, but in her heart she knew he was gone. Because she barely had a heart. A gaping hole was in it, just as there was a hole in Seth's head. Kirsten fell to her knees, and the tears just streamed down her face. Her baby was gone. She looked to Ryan. He still seemed lost, not understanding what had happened. "Oh God Seth. Seth. No. Not Seth. No. No."Kirsten just kept replacing the word no, hoping that if she said it enough times, Seth would come back. "Call an ambulance. And tell Summer to leave. Please." Kirsten faintly said. Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the immense sadness in Kirsten's eyes, he shut his mouth.
Ryan carefully took Seth's body off of him and laid it on Kirsten's lap. She hugged it tightly, rocking back and forth, murmuring "My baby. Not my baby." Ryan reluctantly left the room and raced downstairs. If there was an chance of Seth being alive, though slim, he would have to acct fast. Summer though, saw him and approached him.
"Hey Chino. Do you know where Seth is? His name penetrated though the air like a bee stinging its victim's skin. "I just wanted to return this stuff." She held a box, filled with Seth's stuff, ultimately making the realization harder to adjust to.
"No." Ryan finally made his voice work.
"Why not? I wanna talk to him"
"You just have to leave. Bye." Ryan said as her ushered Summer to the door and slam in her face before she could say another word. He wanted to tell her what happened, but it would be too hard. Ryan rushed to the nearest phone and dialed the amazingly non-familiar number of 911.
"911. Please state your emergency."The woman said on the other side of the phone.
"My friend...he shot himself...we need help."
"Location?" Ryan recited the address to the woman and stayed on the line until the ambulance came to tell him the inevitable.
Summer reluctantly left the door. What was Seth's problem? Was he having Ryan talk to her because he didn't want to talk to her? Seth didn't seem like the person who would do that. He was so sweet, and so caring. Why the hell did Summer break up with him? It was so stupid. Summer was so stupid. Breaking up with a guy she might possibly love. No. Not possibly. Definitely. But it was over. Summer even said so.
She went to her car and tossed the box in the backseat. Summer looked to Seth's bedroom window like she always did when she left the Cohens, be it happy or pissed off. Seth would always be looking out, watching her leave. But it was unusually drawn shut. Summer blew it off as nothing. Seth was probably still in shock from their breakup. Heck, Summer was too. She got in her car. No more frequent visits to the Cohens.
Summer pulled out of the Cohens' driveway. She would get through this. She was strong. But was Seth? He never dealt with a breakup. Summer had plenty of times. With numerous guys. But none of them meant something like Seth had. Sure, before Chino came, Summer hadn't wanted a thing to do with Seth, but now, she loved him. She actually loved him. Summer had to tell him. When she got home, she would call him. She didn't want to call now, in fear she would get into an accident. What's the point of telling someone you love them if you were gonna die anyways?
Sirens were going off. Summer could hear them get closer and closer as she drove. She hoped to God there wasn't a fire. She hated fire. When she was little, she had caused one. A tiny one, but none the less. Summer knocked down a pot from the stove and it feel atop the newspaper put down for her puppy. The paper immediately caught fire and Summer's fear had immobilized her. It slowly snuck up to her, and the rubber on her shoes began to melt. She could feel the intensity of the heat on her legs and it sent chills up her spine. There was no one in the room, and Summer thought she would silently burn away without anyone seeing. But at that precise moment, Summer's father came into the room and pulled Summer away from the fire. He had stopped that fire, but was never able to stop Summer's ongoing fear of them.
An ambulance, lights flashing, sirens blaring, was headed the way Summer was coming from. A slight panic arose in Summer, but one always did when she saw an ambulance. So she continued driving, ignoring the sorrow and fear growing in her. Occasionally, she would look back to see if the car behind her was tailgating.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw in the rearview mirror the ambulance turn into the Cohens' driveway.
The white sheet covered Seth Cohen's blank, expressionless face. They were too late. Ryan stayed together as Kirsten fell apart in his arms. Sandy was still at work, unknowing, thinking his family was okay. Kirsten didn't have the heart to call him. What a nice call. 'Hi honey. How's work going? Oh by the way, our son show himself in the head.' Kirsten continued to sob uncontrollably as she witnessed the horror she prayed never to see. Her son was dead. It just wasn't fair. Parents aren't supposed to outlive their kids. They're supposed to die first, and watch their children grow older from up in heaven.
"We should call Sandy." Kirsten stared into the eyes of her other son. Ryan was her son. She didn't have one, she had two. Or at least, did have two. Ryan had no emotions on his face, and it reminded Kirsten of Seth. Through heavy breaths, she nodded. Kirsten made no movement of leaving and Ryan took it upon himself to leave. Ryan shouldn't be calling Sandy. Kirsten should be the one doing that. Telling her husband that the person they raised and loved for seventeen years, was dead. As she left the room, her eyes fell to three folded notes. Kirsten would have read the one addressed to 'Mom and Dad', but she didn't think she could take anymore. She rushed out of the room, and found Ryan in the kitchen grabbing the phone.
"I'll do it." Ryan turned around.
"Are you suer?" He handed Kirsten the phone.
"Not really. But it's probably better if I call him." Kirsten said as she dialed Sandy's cell phone.
"Hello?"Sandy answered on the first ring.
"Sandy." Kirsten tried her hardest not to cry, but she felt the tears coming.
"Kirsten, what's wrong?" The worry in Sandy's voice could be plainly heard.
"It's Seth." Kirsten barely choked out.
"Is he okay?" She fought back the tears.
"Can you just come home?" Kirsten couldn't tell him over the phone. She needed him to fall on when she told him.
"I have a lot of work "
"Please." Kirsten quietly pleaded.
"All right. I'll be home in a bit."
"I love you." Sandy had just been about to hang up. Kirsten was afraid to take the chance and not say it to Sandy. He could get in an accident. Kirsten didn't want him not to know she loved him.
"I love you too." sandy hung up. He headed out of his office as Kirsten feel to the floor in uncontrollable tears and pain she thought would never go away.