Thinking Different Thoughts

Chapter 9

I gently placed my hands on his shoulders. I hadn't been talking to Austin for more than five, maybe ten minutes? How the Hell could someone do something like this so quickly?

I shook him a little, I was about to cry. "Ty? Wake up, okay?" I said. "The joke is over. I'm crying now, are you happy? Come on, wake up, please. Wake up. Wake up, Tyler!"

I started to shake him more and more. "Wake up god dammit! Don't do this! Please wake up! The jokes over! Wake up!" He fell onto his back, his arm draping over his chest and his ankles were crossed. The ground by his knees and face were covered in pools of blood. He was losing too much blood. This wasn't good. I looked around. It was barren. No one was around.

I hurriedly pulled out my phone and called an ambulance. I didn't know what else to do. Tyler wasn't waking up, his face was bloodied and bruised, maybe scarred, and he was beaten from what I could see.

"Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?" A lady asked.

"My... My friend... I think I need an ambulance." I said, trying to stop crying. I didn't want to cry about something like this. I wanted Tyler to be okay and this to not be happening. I just wanted to know who did this. Tyler didn't need shit like this.

"Okay, we'll send one out." She said. "Is your friend awake?"

"No, I think he's unconscious." I said.

"Try and stay calm, please. It'll be okay." She said, sounding sympathetic and sincere. She must have realised I'm just a kid who was crying and sitting by his maybe dead friend.

"Can you check the pulse for me?" She requested. "But keep on the line."

I nodded even though she couldn't see me, and I searched for his wrist. I pushed the sleeve up to reveal millions of white and some light red lines covering his wrist. I checked the other. The same scene. Except more.

"I can't tell if he has a pulse or not," I managed. I was really crying now. It was bad.

I threw the phone, probably shattering it, and looked around. It was had to see since I was crying and tears were beginning to bother me.

A couple men in blue uniforms came and I sat back, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face so I could cry. I was so pissed off and terrified for Tyler. I had no idea what had happened except for that someone had beaten the shit out of him and I had no idea who.

"Sir?" A man asked, lightly touching my shoulder. I didn't recognise the voice, so I looked up out of instinct.

"Yeah? What?" I asked.

"Do you know this boy?" He asked. I nodded. "Will you come with us so we can get some information?" He asked kindly. I stood up, me knees aching, and I followed him. I closed my eyes the entire time and tried to breathe. I could hear them saying things like that Tyler should probably be okay and that he was stable and all that. I was beginning to wonder if it was actually necessary to call 911.

"What's his name?" The man from before asked. We weren't driving anymore. I assumed we were at the hospital or something.

"Tyler Joseph."

"Age?"

"Seventeen."

"Sex?"

"Male."

"Relation?"

"Boyfriend." I said, looking at him nervously. He didn't even hesitate before writing that down.

"Where's anybody in his family?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. We're in a boarding school. I don't know his family."