Aster's POV:
The sobs were heart breaking, I went down stairs to try and apologize, but when I knocked on the door, the sobs only grew louder. I wasn't sure what to do, then, suddenly the crying stopped, all together silence. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, and dug in my pocket for the key to his room. I opened the door slowly, glancing inside.
Stifling a gasp I ran to Jack, he was passed out on the floor from blood loss. His blood covered the entire floor, and his arms were still bleeding. I grabbed him, holding tightly to his arms. He didn't even flinch at the pressure added to the wounds. He laid, deathly still, in my arms, his body cold and pale.
"Jack! You need to wake up." I instructed slowly. I slightly shook his shoulder, begging for some sort of reaction, there was none. I pulled out my phone, my hands still covered in Jacks blood and called an ambulance. I stayed there, holding his arms, the bleeding slowed but it didn't stop, he had lost so much blood, I didn't know what to do. All of my first aid left my mind and all I could think was how it was my fault. I was loosing all ability to function, and all I could do was look down at the young boy, that just minutes ago was grinning like a mad man. I didn't realize that he was being so serious, I just held him closer, shielding himself from the outside world.
There was a loud banging on the door, and I just called for them to come in. Two men in dark blue scrubs. They pulled Jack from my arms.
"He cut an artery, we need to move him!" One of the men said, lifting him, I followed after like a lost puppy. The ambulance had it's sirens still blaring. They placed him on the gurney. Rushing him to the hospital. In the back, one of the EMT's tried to stop the bleeding. Jack's face was even paler than it usually was, it almost matched his pale hair.
"Jack," I whispered to myself, he didn't answer, the blood had slowed, which at first I thought was a good thing. One of the men told me that it meant that his heart was slowing. We still weren't at the hospital, but one of the EMT's began sewing up Jack's wrist.
When we finally made it there, they rushed Jack inside. All of the dirty work had been finished, all that was left was for them to wait and see. I sat next to the bed, silently praying for him to open his eyes.
His beautiful blue eyes. As soon as I couldn't see them, that's when I wanted it the most. Since when have I needed Jack? I wondered. He was just a kid, why was a concerned about him. I had only known him for a few months, yet I needed him this much.
It was just that there was something so fun about him, there was a glint in his eyes that only he seemed to posses. something so innocent about the teen, something that made you want to watch over him, to protect him.
"Aster..." The voice was scratchy, coming from the barely conscious white haired boy.
"Jack..." I breathed, his eyes were glassed over, tears threatening to fall.
"Why am I here? Where am I? I-I'm not dead?" The way he said it was heartbreaking. He looked so dejected, his hair sticking to his forehead no doubt from the sweat of the fever.
"Jack, I'm so sorry, please, just let me help you." I begged, my voice cracking at the last bit. I reached to his hand, trying to grab it for reassurance.
"Why, you don't love me, I don't think you even care." He spat the words, making my heart skip, I wanted to sob.
"I do care, I just- I just don't know what I feel." I said, my mind was so jumbled I didn't know anything anymore. "The only reason you feel like this is because I was so nice to you. You would feel like that with anyone."
"Your wrong." He stated, his face stern. "Aster, do you hate me?" The question was so out of the blue that I choked a little before answering.
"No, I could never hate you Jack." I said, looking him in the eye.
"I love you, Aster." he said, he had no waver in his voice.
"Jack, you need to rest."
"Do you love me?"
"Jack-"
"Answer me! Please, I need you to answer me." I saw tears in his eyes, he was ready to cry.
"I-I don't know." Jack's eyes darkened at that.
"Okay, thank you for being honest."
Jack's POV:
"I-I don't know." I felt my face fall even more.
Now look at what you have done, you pushed him farther away. Not like he would ever love you, your a murderer, you killed your parents and your sister. Don't get to close, you might kill him to.
"Okay, thank you for being honest." I said, I turned away, dropping back onto the bed. I felt the tears and my eyes again and I begged them not to fall.
"Jack..." I felt Aster trying to touch me. I flinched away.
"I think you should leave for now." I said, curling further into myself. Aster muttered an apology before quickly leaving the room.
Oh Jack, good boy, that's all your really good at, pushing people away. Hurting them. Why do you bother to stay, you know the world would be better without you.
"But I love him." I whispered, begging the voice in my head to quite.
To bad he doesn't feel the same, he probably hates you now. Your so weak, you mess everything up. When are you ever going to learn from your mistakes? When are you going to learn we don't need you!?
The voice in my head was screaming, telling me to end it. And I so badly wanted to listen. But what about Aster, would he blame himself, would he make it. Did I really want to die.
That was the first time I truly thought about it. A year ago I know the answer would have been yes, but now? I was in love, I had someone who cared for me.
Do you still wish to die? Than, there was blackness.