Private school

*Andy*

I watch as her blood seeps from her belly wound and drips onto my hand. The warmth and moisture of her blood sends a chill up my spine and the iron odor makes me want to vomit both from fear and anger. I managed to dial 9-1-1 but I knew it would take them a minute to arrive. Amnesia's breathing was becoming extremely shallow, as was Tony's. He's still conscious. "Tony, don't worry. You and Amnesia will be okay, I just have one question; What he FUCK were you two thinking!?" I couldn't help but snap, I'm angry. I could easily lose the girl I love here and it's all their fault. I have every right to be angry.

"It wasn't supposed to go this way," he breathes, trying to remain conscious and explain, "She was supposed to tell Amnesia some lies and make her think you didn't like her but when she pulled out the knife she literally stabbed me in the back. God, I'm so—" he paused to cough, blood splattered from his lips to his chin, "S-sorry. I wish I could've done more. I'm sor—"

I quickly cut him off, "Stop talking. You need your strength. The ambulance should be here soon." I turn my attention back to Amnesia. Blood has completely soaked her shirt and mine. "Oh god," I cry looking up to the ceiling, "Save her! God, please! She doesn't deserve to go yet! You can't take her from me! Not now! I love her! Do you hear me god!? I fucking love Amnesia Quinn! You save her damn it!" I plea to most likely nothing but anything, even the invisible bearded man in the sky. I'll try anything to keep her living. She's too young to die. She's barley lived life. This is all my fault. I should've know better to get involved with a student. "God, please don't let this be my punishment for being stupid." I whisper to myself.

Tony's tan shaky hand places a rosary on to Amnesia's chest, then folds them into a quivering prayer position and closes his eyes, "Bow your head," I do as requested. This comes as a surprise, I had no idea Tony was even remotely religious, he's such a little hooligan you wouldn't even know. "Querido Señor, Ayúdame a recordar en estos tiempos difíciles. La cruz llevaste por mí, para que yo pueda llevar mejor la mía Y para ayudar a otros a hacer lo mismo, Como yo ofrezco nuestro morir amó uno a usted para la conversión de los pecadores para el perdón de los pecados en reparación por los pecados y para la salvación de las almas. Amén." I said the amen as well in respect even though I have no idea what he just said considering I don't know a lick of Spanish besides 'hola' but then he quickly repeated in English, "Dear Lord, Help me to remember in these troubled times. The cross you carried for my sake, So that I may better carry mine And to help others do the same, As I offer up our dying loved one to you For the conversion of sinners For the forgiveness of sins In reparation for sins And for the salvation of souls. Amen." I again repeat the amen. "Always have your faith, Biersack. Always have your faith." Then he was too unconscious.

Soon, the paramedics rush into the room carrying out Tony and Amnesia out on stretchers. The policemen dragged the knocked out Taylor from the room in hand cuffs, a few stayed behind to question me.

"Now, just what happened here tonight, Mr. Biersack," An officer Jefferson questioned, strong jaw, buff chest and arms, stereotypical cop mustache.

"Well I remember being woken up from my sleep by an angry remark from Amnesia towards Tony then I got punched in the eye by Tony knocking me out briefly but long enough for Taylor to stab both Tony and

Amnesia then I told her I wanted a kiss causing her to drop her knife and rush to me. I grabbed her face and head bunted her. That chick is crazy, she's obsessed. She thought killing my girlfriend would make me want to love her instead." I place my head between my knees and hold it there then look back up at the officers with my elbows resting on my knees, "Will Amnesia be okay?"

The officer shrugs, "I can't tell you truthfully for I didn't see her wounds but all we can hope for is that she is."

"Yeah," I reply.

The cops question me a few more times down at their headquarters. I give them all the same answers. They quickly let me leave. I didn't know where to go. I couldn't go back to my room cause of all the policemen and blood in there. I decide to go to the hospital where Amnesia was being held. I kind of just sit in the lobby until the nurse tells me that Amnesia is out of surgery. So I slowly walk to her to her still unconscious body. I sit by her bed side and sob. I cry until I fall asleep myself. Maybe God will kill me in my sleep and grant my life to Amnesia. Sad truth is; I hope he does.

Notes

Drama. Sorry if it short. I think it's pretty good though. On a quick note wish red on of our authors a get better message she's not feeling too well. Send some prayers. Alright bye guys!