Holy fuck. DAMN, his mind listed off just about every swear word he knew how to say. What the hell had he done? How could he be such a fucking idiot? How had he gone from running around in the rain to somehow causing the suicide of a girl? All he could do was stare at her as she held the gun up to her head. It was all he had the mental capacity to do, beside pale to the hue of a freshly bleached sheet.
Listening to her troubles made him feel like an asshole. Even more than usual. There was a random thought thrown in with his panic, the fact it was really cute how she said she wasn't a child yet threw a little stomping tantrum, but the thought disappeared. Now was NOT the time.
She said she hoped it made him feel guilty, and it did. Like the burning flames of hell it did. He would probably get chewed out by god now and sent to hell for murder. Then all the demons would hate him just like everyone on earth, and heâd be even more alone. Heâd be alone because he was a worthless piece of shit that nobody liked. Understandably, too⊠he wasn't worthy of anyoneâs love. It hurt him so badâbecause no matter what, he knew heâd never be good enough. And this, this, proved it. He should be the one with a gun to his head. He held a hand out to her,
âHannah stoââ
It was too late. Or, it would have been, had she not passed out. Oh, god, he dodged a bullet there. Well, she did, technically. Though, he did too. Lord knows he probably would've killed himself if she had lost her because of him. Hyperventilating, he ran a hand through his hair and prepared to stoop down and get the gun and pick her up. However, he was stopped when another girl came out screaming like a lunatic. She was saying something about seeing something and it coming to get her. Then, much to his increased horror, she threatened to kill Hannah and lunged towards her.
He immediately put his own self in her path, wrapping his strong arms around her in an odd hug with an ulterior motive of restraining her. âShh,â he said, not really knowing what else to do. He needed to call for help for Hannah, but there was this crazy chick. What do you say to a crazy chick? That was a hard enough question to answer as it was, but now he had to talk and be nice like a normal person. No more teasing, if he could help it. He made a silent promise to try not to harass Hannah anymore. âItâs⊠Itâs okay, nothing is coming to get you. Um...I promise⊠okay? Iâll, um, protect youâŠ?â It was a long shot, he thought⊠but, still worth a shot, right?
âShe doesnât want to die,â he lied, âIt was a...mistake. She wasnât thinking properly, but, uh, thank you for offering to help her⊠er⊠die. That was, um, kind of youâŠâ Nodding purposefully, as though he meant every word, he continued on to bite his lip and cautiously release her. âHey, uh, you asked if we needed help a minute ago, right?â Swiftly, before the crazy girl could do anything if she planned to, he picked up Hannah before scanning for the nearest dry place. âCan you call 911? I donât have a phone on me. She needs an ambulanceânow.â