Disclaimer: I do not own one... Tree... Hill
A/N: Please remember that (usually) when I say the boy or his friend I'm referring to the kid whose name I don't know! Thank you.
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"Derrick you're crazy, you can't do this." The boy said as he sat down, watching Derrick lock the door. "Derrick please, please don't do this."
"It'll be fine." Derrick said in a horrifyingly calm voice. "No one will be hurt, I'll give the gift to my mom, then after I've been gone for... 3 minutes, you'll reincarnate me as the boy I was before and no one will know."
As Derrick pulled out a chair and sat down, his terrified friend jumped off his seat on Bradin's bed and wrapped his arms tightly around Derrick's neck. "Don't do this, you can't, you're mom knows you love her, isn't that enough?"
"Of course it's not enough!" Derrick yelled pushing his friend off him and onto the hard floor. "They took her away from me! I want my mom back! I haven't gotten a single hug or kiss or "Goodnight" like I used, everything's different now and I DON'T LIKE IT!"
Tears streamed down his face, his brown hair covering his forehead, the only dry part of his face. The boy, still lying on the ground, feared and pitied Derrick. All he wanted was the motherly and fatherly love he used to get and had now been stripped of.
"I'm sorry." The boy said. Realizing what his friend felt he went up to him and tried to bring him in his arms but was pushed away.
"You just wanna try and fix everything, well you can't. Goodbye!" he yelled as he took the steak knife and jabbed it into his right side. Derrick's room began to blur from the tears that reached his eyes. 'Why did I do this?' he asked himself.
The pain filled his side and he found his breathing getting harder and harder. "I don't wanna go." He told his friend grabbing his hand. "Help me." The boy nodded and brought Derrick up to lean him on his shoulder, as set him down on the bed closest to them, he saw the blood dripping down his side and staining his clothes. Thinking back to a first aid class, the boy ripped a piece of his shirt, bundled it up and pressured it onto Derrick's side.
"JAY!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "JAY! JAY!"
Downstairs, Jay heard his name being called. Like a rocket launching through the atmosphere Jay jumped from his seat with Bradin at his heels. Their minds only on one thing getting to the two boys. At the top of the stairs, Jay stopped looked around and went to Bradin and Derrick's room.
"What happened?" Jay yelled as he jumped to the side of the bed.
The boy's face was soaked from tears. "Is he gonna die?"
Jay took Derrick's hand into his. "I don't know. What happened?"
"He wanted to get that gift to his mom. So he's going to." The boy fell onto Jay who stood beside him. "I tried to stop him, but I couldn't, he wouldn't let me tell you."
Bradin felt his eyes tear up. His little brother, dying in front of him. Bradin reached down and took Derrick into his arms holding him tightly. "I love you Derrick." He sobbed. "I'll miss you."
Jay and the boy reached their arms around the two brothers. Feeling his head pounding, Jay set his head on Bradin's shoulder to let his neck relax.
"You'll always be with us." Jay said, his voice trembling. "Goodbye." He whispered.
Pulling away from the limp body on Bradin's bloodstained bed, Jay wrapped his arms around the two of them. The fragile boys who had just watched their friend and their brother die in front of them.
Bradin pulled away his body entire body trembling. "What are we going to tell Aunt Ava?"
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So tell me if you want more, I'll be away from the 3rd to the 14th of August, but I can write there and then type it up down here. I have more but if no one likes it, I'll stop. Love y'all!
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Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.
--Proverb
P.S. What is that boy's name!?!