Ninety

                                    

                                          
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha THANKS i ToTaLLy don't wanna die right now, my pride in my book DeFiNiTeLt isn't going up in flames, and my self hate DeFiNiTeLy isn't getting worse!!
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do i still deserve to the Queen of Angst? do i write good angst still?




                          
SORRY I MISSED LAST NIGHTS UPDATE I WAS HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND THOSE I WAS TALKING TO SAID I SHOULDN'T UPDATE BC ITS TOO MUCH STRESS
                          
BIG THANK YOU TO Marleyexe THEY HELPED ME WITH ALL THE MEDICAL STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THAT KIND OF STUFF BUT MORE SO FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER



                          
TRIGGER WARNING : suicide, angst ig, blood

                          
Emile POV
"QUINN?!"  I screamed upon seeing him laying in the ground, holding a knife to his heart.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
                          
Quinn jumped a bit in shock before plunging the knife down into his chest.
                          
"NO!"  I screamed, running to him.  I crouched down next to him.  His eyes were slowly turning glassy as he looked at me.  They kept going in and out of focus.  
                          
I felt tears in his eyes as I watched his chest slowly stop rising.  He wasn't breathing enough.  No, no, no, no.  
                          
Why did Quinn stab himself in the heart?!
                          
Shakily, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.  I quickly called Remy, holding the phone up to my ear.  
                          
I checked for Quinn's pulse.  It was there.  Very faintly, but it was there.  
                          
'Hey babes, did you make it to Evan's?'  Remy said when he answered the phone.
                          
"Remy,"  I chocked out a sob.  
                          
'Emile, baby, what happened.  What's wrong.  Where are you?'  Remy's voice was thick with concern.  
                          
"Quinn...he..."  I mumbled, starting to hyperventilate as I stared at the knife sticking out of Quinn's chest.
                          
'Emile, where are you?'   
                          
"Edge of the subconscious, near the trait complex,"  I cried.  "Please hurry."
                          
'I'm coming honey, keep taking to me,'  Remy told me.  'What happen?'
                          
"Quinn...he just stabbed himself,"  I sobbed.  "He was just lying there and when I tried to stop him...he stabbed himself."
                          
I can't breathe.  I can't get my eyes away from Quinn's body.  The knife sticking out of his chest.  The blood pooling beneath him.  
                          
I heard Remy hang up, sending fear through me.  But suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed me and pulled me away from Quinn.
                          
It was Remy.  He held me comfortingly, but I could feel him shaking in shock.  
                          
"Why...why'd he do that?"  Remy mumbled.  
                          
"I don't know,"  I whispered, sobbing heavily.
                          
"C'mon, we gotta get him back to the others,"  Remy said, standing up.  
                          
"Be careful,"  I told him, as Remy picked Quinn up.  
                          
"He'll be fine,"  Remy said, obviously trying to convince himself more then me.
                          
With that, we headed quickly over to the Sides House.  We were basically running but Remy was trying to careful as to not worsen the wound.  
                          
I ran ahead of them and started frantically knocking on the door.  It was still pretty early, so no one answered right away.