Morte Et Dabo

That night I awoke in the extacy of my nightmare again. I was covered in sweat from head to toe, same with the sheets. I arose from bed to remove the sheets and change my boxer breifs. I looked at the clock only to learn that i was two o'clock in the morning, around the same time this always happens, I picked up my phone slid it open to see I had a new message. It was from my friend Kyle, who is six ft blueish grey eyes, muscular, and his smile made anybody want to smile back.

When I read the text message I was compleatley awake after I had read that message, in my mind I repeated, "I am going to kill myself Taylor" over and over until I recall what I had just read. When I snapped out of my consusion I grabbed my pants and I was running out the door. What was a ten minute walk I turned into a two minute run. I knocked on Kyle's window to find him passed out on his bed with a bottle of pills in hand. I reached into my pocket for my cell phone and called 911. !n tears now, the operator was telling me to calm down until Kyle's mother was awaken in my screams and crys for Kyle to stay with me. She started to cry in disbeleif and asked what happened. By now the Ambulance had arrived and was taking him away and I was telling her what was happening. Tears rolled down my cheak like a waterfall, I was soon in the car with Kyle's mother as we were driving to the Hospital as I cried more asking for Kyle to be okay.

She whispered "what could have made him do this." I looked out the window only because I didn't want her to see the guilt on my face knowing I knew why. You see Kyle is tormennted daily at school because he kissed a guy last year. All people do is call him names like "faggot, homo, quere, cock lover" and nobody ever says anything to help him.

As we get to the hospital I jump out while the car is still at 13 MPH in speed and run into the hospital. I quickly ask where Kyle is and they tell me he cant be seen right now do to they are pumping his stomach. I refuse to listen and run into his room crying and sobbing in misery. I look up to see him in an even worse condition than before. A second later I am being escorted into the Lobby where I cry myself to sleep gentaly.

The moring soon followed and I was in Kyle's room within seconds, he was sitt!ng up looking at me as he did. I tear up at the sight of him, he whispered for my to come over to him. I walk over still crying and sit on his bed and he began to speak.

In midsentence I reached over and kissed him for a minute. I shouted, " why the fuck do you think you can try and die when I haven't been able to tell you anything."

Kyle: What do you have to tell me?
Taylor: I am in love with you...
Kyle: Really?
Taylor: How do you feel for me?

He pulled me in and kissed me with passion, I have been in love since freshman year.

We are now both seniors and 18, he is again 6ft brown hair, blueish grey eyes, and muscular. I am about 6 ft black hair and green eyes. I have know Kyle since he transfered in.

To be continued... Mwahahahahahah